Here is a poem about Food, as prompted by the Sunday Scribblings
In fact, it is a piece I have already contributed before, as part of the November PAD Challenge I did last November, yet I consider it suitable. Besides, pasta is forever my favourite food, albeit so … bad for … you know… everything. 🙂
Well, enjoy the serving:
They say, “Pasta’s bad for your health”
I say, “Pasta’s great for my mood”
They go, “Pasta ruins your diet”
“But then I am nice and quiet”
Eating T-bones and steaks is barbarity,
Civilised pasta and bread is calamity.
So, is health what we crave, or felicity?
Is truth more important than integrity?