The spider has eight legs
I counted them it's true,
That means four for him
and two for me and you.
Four should do him fine
That's really still a lot,
That leaves four for us
To put into our pot.
There might not be much eating
But at least it will be hot,
The larders pretty empty
So that is all we've got.
A little bit of onion
Or maybe a shallot,
Now we're really cooking,
That should hit the spot!
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Jabberwocky (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a silly wee thing for a wet Saturday morning. "Tea" is what we often call the evening meal in Glasgow.
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Whimsical and fanciful a fun read. The pickings are a bit lean and those legs won't render much meat but they say spiders are like crabs and I guess you would go about eating them the same way as crab legs. I know as a child I almost ate one by mistake, could feel it crawling around in my mouth and pulled it out. Gave me the shivers. Loved the poem and its rhyme it fits well the season of Halloween with its witches caldrons and spiders. Written in good rhyme as well that gave it a spell feel.
I have no spider trauma from my childhood luckily. Sorry if I've caused you a relapse!
I'm trying to lighten up on the run up to Christmas. 😁
So glad you had no such trama. Not traumatized I have eaten worse.
Well done! Mother Goose 2.0
Thanks. I might change my username! 😁
Jabberwocky is fine! (The German writer Christian Enzensberger translated it with "Der Zipferlake"). I bet they have it in all kinds of languages. Such a nice word...
Jabberwocky, I fear you've invented a whole new category of fine dining! Somewhere, a Michelin inspector is quietly reconsidering his career choices! HAHAHA! 🕷️🍲😂🙏
I'm not recommending it! If you have chicken I'd stick with that, but if you're on a diet go for it!
thanks for comment
Yes, throw it in. I liked the days when you could buy tins of food with no labels on them.
It was like having a lottery meal, mince and pears.
Mince and pears! Why does that not surprise me? Bon appetite!
Ha ha. And here I was thinking you were enjoying the delicacies in Bangkok 😜
Well...I did forty years ago! Maybe revisit sometime... if I can find a babysitter!
all the best...!!
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