Dumpling Poem by Francesca Johnson
Dumpling
You little dumpling...
So fluffy and endearing,
floating on that sea of brown,
appearing
as a bloated whale.
I won't be interfering
with your buoyancy.
Won't even be peering into the pan.
I'm waiting for the moment
when you, dumpling, are dumped
upon my plate,
plumped by the gravy
and surrounded by meat
for me to eat.
Yum yum......
Ahhh...DUMPLINGS......Now that reminds me.....Oh yes essential in a stew... Sid xxxx
Ha ha... aren't dumplings just so yummy! Remind me of my mum's home-cooked stew that used to sit on the stove for days (and we just reheated it! ! !) *obviously not in today's days of germs and bugs mindset* LOL! Good poem Fran. HG: -) xx
I had to laugh...a bloated whale in a sea of brown! Yum is right!
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4/25/2024 12:59:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
When I first read this I was reminded of my new grandson, Dylan Brendan - something about the plumpness and the irresistible nature of the subject he he! I haven't eaten dumplings since my kids were small and my waistline didn't require control of calories. Your poem has brought them back vividly, memorably. In fact, I think I'll make some when the kids come round on Easter Saturday. Great poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥