Lasagne

Last night I made lasagne. This always looks lovely served up at the table in a nice earthenware dish. Simple fare, from the sun-drenched countryside of Italy.

However that's the tip of the iceberg...

OH LASAGNE, LASAGNE
SO DIFFICULT TO GUAGE
YOU SPREAD YOURSELF SEDUCTIVELY
ACROSS THE CENTRE PAGE

WITH A BUSY DAY BEHIND ME
(SO A LITTLE TIRED I FEEL)
YOU SELL YOURSELF QUITE SHAMELESSLY
AS A SIMPLE, ONE POT, MEAL

BUT LIKE ANY STUNNING TEMPTRESS
WITH YOU THERE IS A STING
TO GET YOU SAFELY IN THAT DISH
USES EVERY BLOODY THING!

TWO BOARDS, A JUG, SOME SPOONS, A WHISK
AND KNIVES OF EVERY KIND
THREE SAUCEPANS, BOWLS, A NUTMEG GRATER
(THAT WAS HARD TO FIND)

OH HOW YOU LOOK SO GORGEOUS!
“COME JOIN ME IN A DRINK”
JUST MAKE BELIEVE THAT’S NOT A PILE
OF WASHING IN THE SINK

BUT HOWEVER MUCH YOU PUNISH ME
HOWEVER MUCH A CHORE
TIME AND TIME AGAIN I KNOW
I’LL STILL COME BACK FOR MORE