With apologies to the musical score of Oliver, which gave me the title I've used as a springboard for this somewhat strange offering.
Thanks go to P&SU for their prompt on Friday.
Food Glorious Food
Hot pudding and custard
will always cut the mustard
in the Pantry Stakes.
(A little known sport of kings
who choose to ponder on such things
to give themselves a welcome break
from hard decisions they must make.
Which functions would they rather miss,
versus those they can't resist?)
Smart jockeys on horses,
jump menu's multi-courses;
flout a long held law
open to much hidden folly,
via Satan's Sweet Course Trolley.
The Betting Stakes rise ever higher,
fan the flames of inner fire
as the Bookies play their part,
long before the races start.
To eat or not to eat? Aye, there's the rub...
Sometimes phrases just insist on being noticed.
ReplyDeleteIt's when they reuse to leave, that the problems start. LOL ;-)
DeleteA word in your shell like, Jinksy - where did the missing 'f' run to hide? Did you refuse to search for it? LOL :-)
DeleteOh, that was such fun to read! (And I suspect it was also great fun to write.) I'm a sweet-tooth myself, and would never have made it as a jockey – but oh, the enjoyment I've had!
ReplyDeleteYou bet it was fun to write - but a touch too Salvador Dali, methinks. :-)
DeleteHot pudding and custard is my fave! Enjoyed your ode to Oliver Twist :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming to the table. :-)
DeleteI'm addicted to Satan's Sweetcourse Trolley.' I go for the chocolate cheesecake.
ReplyDeleteI'd never has guessed, Mrs T, that you'd be up for anything cheesy - even though it might be flavoured with chocolate. Give me a slice
Deletenext time you have some to spare...Mmmm.
Now I have "Food Glorious Food" stuck in my head. Not complaining though!
ReplyDeleteMaybe the head can't digest as well as a tum, but it can't be beaten for earworms. lol :-)
DeleteYou led me down a rabbit's trail with "cut the mustard." I know what the idiom means but wondered where the term originated. Couldn't find out but it was interesting reading. As was your poem.
ReplyDeleteI seemed to have clicked the wrong box below, Debi - it should have been the reply option! (Bettter late than never!)♥
DeleteThere's many a rabbit that's lead me a merry dance in my time. For proof, take a look HERE to see an example. :-)
ReplyDeletePuddings, custards, cakes, pies, cookies, ice cream ... bring 'em on! All things in moderation, my dear mother would say. Glad I listened. Sweets are my foood passion.
ReplyDeleteI 'doo' hope the 'foood' spelling was intentional - I certainly 'hear' the difference as I read, I'm with you 100% Helen, on your list. :-)
DeleteSo many fun rhymes right from the staring line!
ReplyDeleteI'lI admit, I'm a Rhyme Addict to the nth degree. :-)
DeleteA tasty treat of a poem!
ReplyDeleteIt's great to visit your blog again after such a long time!
And great to celebrate with Blogpals far and wide, that we've all survived so far! :-) ♥
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