The peas were on the burnt side and
Gran Moravia Cheese could not resuscitate
The Focaccia looked delicious but too hard to masticate
So I dumped them in the onion soup—flawless—and with gusto
licked the bowl
Thumbs-upped the harried waitress,
“Give my regards to the chef,” said I and left.
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This sounds like a wonderful meal, Selma. It’s a sweet poem, for sure. 💖
I am still smiling. Great poem, Selma.
🤗 That is the way to do it Selma 🤗
A heart warming meal.
I can almost taste it, so good!
Why did I have to see this post!!! I am so hungry and this looks so good!
Soup is a good mediator for food! (K)
“but too hard to masticate”…😬
I think licking the bowl was the best option 😋lol…🤍
Yeah, was yummy. Thanks Destiny
Delicious food dish. Soup is good. Beautiful words written you, Selma 😄