Bowl of pasta
Good for the soul
Slippery shapes
To fill the bowl
Pasta shells
Tagliatelle
Pasta is good
To fill your belly
Add some sauce
Maybe some cheese
Don’t spill the sauce
On your shirt or knees
Pasta is fast
But rarely furious
Pasta shape names
Are reasonably curious
Spaghetti
Farfalle
Fusilli
And gnocchi
I don’t eat a little
I eat pasta a lotty.
Is there anything better than cheese on toast?
It’s the cheese and toast I like the most.
Put two together for a super cheese toastie
That’s the sandwich I like the mostie
If one things for sure, it’ll hit the spot
With mustard or hot sauce, the flavour will pop
Maybe it’s just me, but a favourite sarnie
Gives you the energy to take on an army.
When I take the very first bite,
My tastebuds lift off, they’re lost in flight
What would be your cheese on toast?
Is there a snack you love the most?
Have a good think, then treat yourself
Make that treat, or take it down from the shelf.
Cheese is a vehicle
Like a trailor or a van
It can carry conversations
Or chutneys and jams
Cheese is a treat
A great way to start the day
Or you can eat it in the evening
And lunchtime is also okay
Cheese is fantastic
To share with friends, it’s said
You can eat a block together
With crackers, nuts and bread
There’s a lot to say about the stuff
I could go on for hours
But there’s a block just here that needs me
And it’s just about to be devoured!
Love is a twinkling smile in the moonlight,
It’s singing your heart out on a piano in the woods until you lose your voice,
Love is killing zombies,
Love is a tunerfish (misspelling intended),
Love is reading a poem for someone who you love in front of your family and other people who love them too,
Love is making superhero cupcakes with your nephews,
Love is hearing your brother shout to your younger brother ‘I won the sperm race!’
Love is so much chilli sauce in a cheese sandwich that you get the hiccoughs,
Love is old friends in unexpected places,
Love is telling a few hundred strangers about the time I threw a camembert really far,
Love is new friends,
Love is new life,
Love is the travel pillow which will stop me dribbling on strangers’ shoulders,
Love is Geostorm,
Love is a flour party and 90s dance music with amazing people,
It’s playing six-way ping-pong with 20 balls (not a euphemism),
Love is lots of things,
Sometimes it really hurts,
Because it can also make you sad,
And that’s fine, too.
Sometimes you might not see it but I can promise you it’s always there.
It is now anyway, because this poem is also love.
If you want me to smile,
Then say cheese,
I will eat as much cheese as you please.
Gorgonzola or brie,
It’s all good to me,
So please just take the photo.
When you realise life’s about toast,
With tea, and just making the most,
Of the time that you have,
Through the good times and bad,
And trying to be the ultimate host,
(And not necessarily being grammatically perfect).
‘That’s a great big selection of cheese!’
Said the till girl in Sainsbury’s,
She sees lots of shopping,
So if she says it’s whopping,
I guess that I’m rather quite pleased.
The funniest thing about cheese,
Is it can make you weak at the knees,
Sometimes it’s so strong,
It could rattle a gong,
Or perhaps that was just a breeze
Once I got a pizza,
I got it by mistake,
I didn’t want a thing at all,
Not cheese nor bready base,
But once I had the pizza,
I thought to myself; ‘why not?’
So then I ate the pizza,
And now I want to eat a lot.
Goodness me,
I said to myself,
‘How can they call this cheese?’
Said a friend of mine,
‘I do not know,
But it brings shakes to my knees’
Then I said, kneeling,
‘I know the feeling,
I got caught by the breeze,
Now I’m here on the floor,
Sweating milk from my pores,
Would you call an ambulance please?’
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