Taking a walk on the High Street,
On a Carnival Day
My adventure through an aromatic sea,
Where countries have displayed,
An awesome feast for the mouth,
Oh no, the eyes saw it first,
It’s the community spirit that added,
The little significant bits,
And made it so special.
Fires of summer,
Burning the lands,
Of Southern Europe,
Of the Americas,
And take care,
Of the scorched lands
He dipped his hand in the liquid gold,
Because he wanted a golden hand,
What a foolish man he was,
Ostentatious he wanted to be,
Gone was his head,
Gone was his hand.
Loose your imagination,
Lots to see, lots to create,
In your mind’s eye a mythical world,
For your story to come alive,
Children and grown -ups will gather around,
To hear your tales of intrigue,
And applause the invitation into this fantasy.
I went to get a Coffee,
Such a choice,
Everyone calling out,
What their favourite is,
Too many to mention,
People were gasping for their main drink,
Just as well the percolators worked well,
Everyone and I got our drink.
Why is washing up one of those things people hate to do, when they still need clean plates to eat from? When sharing a flat or a house you can bet if there is a disagreement it is going to be over the filthy plates in the sink. Even among family siblings quarrel over the washing up. Now that there is the dishwasher, I hear something else. “Who did not scrape the food from plates before loading the dishwasher?” Sure, the plates are still filthy.
A tart is sweet or savoury, I don’t mind either. What about you, Tell me if I were to place a plate full of:
Chocolate Tart, Lemon Curd Tart, Strawberry Tart, Apple Tart, Dutch Apple Tart
Onion and Goat Cheese Tart, Caramelised Onion, Egg, Sweet Potato Tart, Quiche Lorraine
Which would you choose?