Homework 21/3 From Paddock to Plate
Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2021 3:52 pm
G'day all, been a while but I thought I'd have a crack at this one!
From Plate to Paddock.
© Ron Boughton
The angus looked belligerent! sitting there upon the plate
But the battle lines long since drawn resulted in my fate,
Though I should have been a wake up, in the restaurant that night
When fluttered wisps of smoke from the kitchen came in sight!
They told us though, ‘twas under control, no need for the fire bell,
But what in heavens name! was that offensive acrid smell!
Unbeknown at the time, but oh the memory lingers still
How that angus on the plate came covertly for the kill!
For my ‘medium to well’, was char grill understated
With cooking time apparently very much belated
And in the grilling, it took on …the red glow of samphire
Hence causing, what nearly was, a destructive kitchen fire!
But being rather famished I attacked with knife and fork,
And heeded not the option had, for a cut of new York,
Though totally unaware, there was something not quite right
And the belly didn’t know, of the impending ghastly fight!
Though the night’s experience, left the effect of feeling sated,
But oh! the morn’ was when the belligerence escalated!
When the gut felt like it was a battlefield of slaughter!
And the bladder, a bag, of bursting poisoned water!
With every known discomfort therein added to the fray
I had the engaged sign up, on the dunny, all that day!
So a grazing angus, now, is all I wish to behold,
Or just in a painting, in …grasses of parchment and Gold!
From Plate to Paddock.
© Ron Boughton
The angus looked belligerent! sitting there upon the plate
But the battle lines long since drawn resulted in my fate,
Though I should have been a wake up, in the restaurant that night
When fluttered wisps of smoke from the kitchen came in sight!
They told us though, ‘twas under control, no need for the fire bell,
But what in heavens name! was that offensive acrid smell!
Unbeknown at the time, but oh the memory lingers still
How that angus on the plate came covertly for the kill!
For my ‘medium to well’, was char grill understated
With cooking time apparently very much belated
And in the grilling, it took on …the red glow of samphire
Hence causing, what nearly was, a destructive kitchen fire!
But being rather famished I attacked with knife and fork,
And heeded not the option had, for a cut of new York,
Though totally unaware, there was something not quite right
And the belly didn’t know, of the impending ghastly fight!
Though the night’s experience, left the effect of feeling sated,
But oh! the morn’ was when the belligerence escalated!
When the gut felt like it was a battlefield of slaughter!
And the bladder, a bag, of bursting poisoned water!
With every known discomfort therein added to the fray
I had the engaged sign up, on the dunny, all that day!
So a grazing angus, now, is all I wish to behold,
Or just in a painting, in …grasses of parchment and Gold!