Joyeuses P‚ques

I don't cook lamb like that,
yes you do Tantie
no I don't
you taught me how to cook lamb Tantie
did I? I forget.
Do you like the currants?
I thought they added crunch,
Yes dear but the tide is on the spring
and I do like the garlic
and the sauce,
what is the sauce?
It is oignon sauce Tantie.

Will you have more Tantie,
no, I have bigorneaux for dinner
and butter bread.
I'm full too Tantie
glad you could come,
well where would I be?
the Priest was drunk
or he had a head cold
I can't remember,
did you know
I am ninety this year
I've out lived the lot
Yes Tantie, you're a miracle

joyeuses P‚ques

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-27 at 19:52

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very sweet. My wife and I had a similarly nice Easter dinner, only we were the elderly guests, and there were mussels, instead of bigorneaux.

Just loved it, loved the runaway nature of it and the slight chastisement, if there's such a word.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i ran out of superlatives with your poems a long time ago. this is so, so good.

bookmarked of course.