Fast food, faster writing

   
My loving Mum if short of cash          
or needed a dish at a dash,          
cooked an ancient delicate dish          
(I'm drooling as I think of this)          
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!          
        
Who brought this to a pre-teen bash          
served with her silvered-spooned panache,          
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss          
My loving Mum!        
        
Singer's sang of bangers and mash          
or lauded stewing like goulash,      
both fine for those merely peckish          
but usually burnt when (I've) finished.          
whose phoenix dish rose from their ash?          
My loving Mum's.

how far did they go
to indulge in gourmet delights
always looking out for sweetly savoury
to stuff between their fat lips

they went as far as the seaside
to indulge in succulent oysters
lips and tongues greedy to feed
on the salty slippery delight

they travelled up the mountain
where little eateries with awnings
served pork and fowls in all ways known
menus that boggled the mind

as the night fell
they lied down side by side
satiated in their indulgence
looking at each other eyes misty
afternoon delights were their favourite

the recipes needed a little imagination
when you're within a pod with just each other
for breakfast lunch and dinner....

a week fast recommended.

hungry
ain't the way i been
but mama says
her babe's too thin
and wants to feed me
lotsa meat
pies and cakes
and other sweets
but i don't eat
no fuckin' cow
no bird or fish
no buck or sow
for have you seen
the awful state
of what will end up
on your plate?
 
seems arrogant
to kill a beast
when garden yields
a wholesome feast
 
i'd rather keep
my diet lean
beans and mushrooms
grains and greens
 
and i ain't one
for sugar high
just coffee, black,
one slice of pie
 
that's just enough
to satisfy
and keep me fit
and clear of eye

 

It was on the eighth mile when I felt the hunger pangs
And the sweat in my eyes produced some salty tears
Then the idea popped into my head and I said to myself:
“Today I’m getting big juicy burger and some craft beers”

My friend and I talked about getting some drinks
So later that afternoon we headed over to Lengthwise
While enjoying a nice golden ale we shared our tales
I slowly savored my bacon cheese burger with fries

Oh but that patty in a beer baked Focaccia bun was exquisite
The mayo, the cheese, the ratio of onion, lettuce and tomato
The flavors coming together in a perfect ensemble of taste
I felt compelled to compose a prose to this perfect combo

Later on that night I went to bed with a smile on my face
Knowing I ran ten miles and on my highest gears
My visit to Lengthwise gave me quite the surprise
As I dream dreams of yummy burgers and tasty beers

In Roxboro's heart, where dreams softly flow,
Resides Rox City Grill, where stories find their glow,
The menu, a canvas, with its greasy delight,
Eggs, biscuits, and gravy, in the morning's tender light.

Sausage and bacon, sizzling in the pan's warm embrace,
Pancake stacks soaring, a comforting space,
Syrup like molasses, butter's golden skill,
Dripping and caressing, at Rox City Grill.

Here, good people gather, their stories to share,
In a changing world, where they sometimes despair,
Their lives an uncertain journey, in this vast terrain,
Seeking solace in the diner's warm, comforting reign.

Pancakes, like clouds, rise airy and light,
Blueberries by their side, a touch of sweet insight,
Syrup flows like a river, butter's gentle spill,
A brief escape they savor, at Rox City Grill.

They come for a moment, to find their own grace,
Amidst life's challenges, in this sacred space,
In the heart of Roxboro, where souls find their will,
At Rox City Grill, where dreams hold still.

So, step inside, take your place, and feel the thrill,
At Rox City Grill, where hearts heal and fulfill,
In this ode to resilience, we seek to instill,
The beauty of their journey, at Rox City Grill.