Fondue Poem by Terry Hoffman

Fondue



The French have really got it knocked
when it comes to comfort food.
Nothing works by the fireside
as well as cheese fondue.

It's so gooey and so stringy,
it's a challenge just to eat.
Runs off the bread and down your chin
It cert'nly isn't neat!

A shrimp cocktail, a glass of wine
are good comp'ny for this fest.
It sooths your nerves and treats your taste;
the French still do it best.

Fondue
Friday, February 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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