Piccalilli (Revised)

Piccalilli – the pickle that zings with zest
and foretells my royal downfall, a roll
prepared with onion, cheese, egg n’
tomato, spiced liberally with piccalilli

One bite cost my common sense –
knowing full well white rolls make me
ill I ate with relish still; it tastes soooo
wonderful when one like me

Lives in a bland dish desert of safe
condiments in black pepper and coarse
salt – if I felt bad after Prego steaks, I
now adore a crazy piccalilli tang

An extravaganza returns to haunt me in
solitary confinement of official texts, head
throbbing, oh piccalilli, chopped veggies,
cheese and spice, enchanting, piquant

For the underprivileged palate…


[ORIGINAL:]

Piccalilli – the word just sings with zest
and zing - spells my downfall, when you
prepared a roll with golden onion, tomato
egg and cheese all spiced up with piccalilli

I took one bite and lost all common sense
knowing full well that white rolls make me
ill I went ahead and ate with relish, it tastes
wonderful to one like me who lives life

In a desert of bland dishes with black pepper
and coarse salt the only condiments that's safe
I love Prego steaks, feel bad afterwards - now
adore the tangy taste of piccalilli

An extravaganza coming back to haunt me in
solitary confinement with official texts, head
throbbing: oh piccalilli, chopped vegetables
and spices enchanting and piquant

For the underprivileged palate…

Published February 13, 2012 Write a comment
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