In Praise Of Simple Food Poem by Sheena Blackhall

You can't screw up porridge
Unless you lump it,
Like speed bumps on the palette

You shouldn't trifle with food
Strangle its natural flavour
Mangle its basic savour

Fie on your French patisseries
Your continental fripperies

Give me a ploughman's lunch
Crunch on a hunk of bread
A chunk of cheese
A simple glass of unpolluted water
A slice of ungarnished ham
Fit food for a healthy platter

Haute cusine's for the wealthy
Who like to splurge their cash
On canapes and culinary pretences
And other abominations on the senses