EN PLEIN AIR
I jumped out of bed – I was wide awake
and decided I would make a cake
and despite the weather – what did I care?
I decided to make it en plein air.
I mixed the ingredients
enjoying the experience
but soon the rain decided to fall
and spoiled the mixture I recall.
I thought some rude words left better unsaid
rolled up my sleeves and made gravy instead.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A word of explanation – en plein air is a term used by artists to describe painting outside on location rather than in the studio.
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As per usual clever in concept and wording. Love your work Michael
Thanks for your kind words - much appreciated.
I hope you saved some eggs flour and milk for the Yorkshire's! 🤣
Made pancakes and froze them - great for a quick snack xx
Excellent write
thanks Tony.
You're welcome
I am now hungry after reading this. The idea of outdoor "baking" in a pan came to mind. Flapjacks/pancakes! Butter. Maple Syrup. Mmmm. Well done on this Michael. 🌹
I love food and cook everyday when I'm at home - today it was mallard with thrice cooked potato wedges and minted peas plus an orange gravy or jous as the pompous call it.
LOL! The pompous indeed! That sounds delicious, my friend!
Good write M. lol.
Tanky muchloads O
What fun Michael. Rain stopped play:) But hey, you improvised instead. A man who thinks on his feet and gets results:)
Ah, can be the story of my creative life… oh the number of times that the flow was stemmed or the mood spoilt by some thing or other!
I hope that gravy was not too sweet Michael. LOL
Andy
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