Promptly 4 and 5

Posh Nosh

Posh Nosh

King Henry, the eighth of that handle,
said that nought could hold a candle
to the steak bought with many a coin
and he dubbed it right there as Sir Loin.

And the Terrible Ivan, he swore
that the food that delighted his jaw
was not from the usual abattoir
but the fish eggs he called caviar.

Declared Emperor of China, the Ming,
that the thing that made his bell ring
was to bury the eggs for his lunch
to give them that delicate crunch.

But the king of the gods that was Zeus
declared himself absolutely no use
if his breakfast excluded the spectre
of a walloping goblet of nectar.

Now I’ve tried all these types of food
and admit that I found them quite good
(‘cept the eggs - they were too old and smelly),
it’s bangers and mash that’ll do me.


Line count: 20
Rhyming couplets
For Promptly Poetry Challenge 5, Week 9
Prompt: Write a poem about your favourite food.
Notes: Bangers and mash is, of course, the famous English dish of sausages and mashed potato (that also requires peas and gravy). And, this being a very English poem, I should advise that the word “nosh” is British slang for food. I take it that “posh” is well enough known universally for it not to need explanation.