' The Pasta Pot Poem by Linda Ori
' The Pasta Pot
Once there was a man who thought
Adept at cooking he was not,
Upon a dish of Bolognese
He ladled sauce that won him praise
Straight from the pasta pot;
Although he really did not cook
The sauce that from the pot he took,
His talent lied in how he stirred -
That wooden ladle fairly purred,
The man could write a book
On how to ladle pasta sauce,
Upon the pasta stirred and tossed
Upon a platter with great care,
This steaming pile of angel hair...........
Straight from the pasta pot.
9/11/09
Linda, A lovely example of your wonderful poetry, easy readable, nice rhythm and always enjoyable. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us. Hugs David
Wonderful narrative poem, very well written, nice rhymes, Linda! Thank you for sharing.............10+++++++++
His talent lied in how he stirred - That wooden ladle fairly purred, :) That was an apt show of your writing prowess, I'm confused about being awed or amused
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:00:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your talent, grace and humour never fail to make me smile. t x