MONDAY when it's time
for a meal,
I smell the aroma
of cooking veal.
TUESDAY when I
grab my fork,
I'm looking for
some tasty pork.
WEDNESDAY I am
finger-lickin'
that's the day
I eat fried chicken.
THURSDAY I don't know
what to do.
Ragout? Fondu?
Or barbeque stew?
FRIDAY and
another dish,
It is the day,
I eat fish.
SATURDAY make
no mistake.
That's the day,
I eat steak.
SUNDAY is a holiday.
I go to see the ballet.
I do not eat pate.
It is the one day
when I have
an ice cream sundae.What is your favorite food? Why? How do you like to eat it? Can you write a poem about it? I'm hungry just thinking about all the good foods to eat.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteThis poem made me think of restaurants that have daily specials. Customers might zip all over town during the week to get their favorites. Or what about holidays that are associated with special foods? That could inspire a fun poem too. Think Dagwood from the Blondie comic. He loves his food!
Linda A.
FUN!! ANother one for Highlights!
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