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 |  Poems for years 4 and 5 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the year following, from August 2024 to August 2025.(provided I live that long, of course). |
| 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. |
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