Thursday, 9 October 2008

Fish "n" Chips

It's National Poet's Day so instead of posting more Ghosts in the Woods, today you have a poem from Amie.

I don't think any food outstrips.
A pile of golden fish and chips.

And though they're passable at home.
It's better for a gastronome.

Like me to have them when I'm out.
From shops who really have the clout.

The know-how and the expertise.
And hordes of customers to please.

Frying all day and half the night.
The batter always crisp and light.

The fat red-hot - a vital tip.
To cook the perfect fish and chip.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

(Buzz and Jackie wish to acknowledge Amie's palate.)

Let's raise up our cup
To your gourmand pup,
Who seeks out a nip
Of good fish and chip.