SMOKED SALMON

One Saturday did a few poets grill

Upon Wordsworth and the daffodil

They spoke of Shelly and Noyes and Blake

All the while stabbing a chateaubriand steak

There was béchamel sauce with added cheese

Herbs as nutmeg, tarragon, chervil and chives

German wines did they aplenty stock

Mosel, Sekt, Liebfraumilch and hock

Prost! Yum-sing! Salud! Cheers!

Poetry poured from their laughing tears

With latbe, succotash, gnocchi and macedoine

Even the vegetarians had enough grain

There were sauces too on many trays

Ravigote, satay, veloute and hollandaise

Tislit, Limburger, Sage Derby, Stilton

Were the cheese

Baklava, crepe suzette, Eve’s pudding

As desserts were a tease

The salmon alas could not attend

As they were upstream spawning at the river’s end

Thus that Saturday a few poets sang

Why the child is the father of man

~Vikram C~

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