This February four* intrepid poets set off on adventure into poetry territory. Twenty-eight* days, twenty-eight* sonnets. Let's go! (*sometimes more)
06 February 2017
#6 - Peckish in Amsterdam
If you should find yourself in Amsterdam
then cross the river with the greatest care
for underneath the bridges lurks a man
who may be Gogmagog's last breathing heir.
A giant with a hungry mouth to feed –
his stomach growling as he stalks his prey.
There's only one thing that can sate his needs:
those people walking clumsily this way!
But he won't grind their bones to make his bread
or slice their heads off with a single bite.
He'd rather have their patat frites instead –
he will not buy his own coz he's too tight.
The tourists run, our giant smacks his lips;
it's hard to turn down mayonnaise and chips.
- LM
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Patat met mayo, what else?
ReplyDeleteI agree, it's the best!
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