World of Salt

by George&Charlie (none) - Not entered

This is the world of Last Salt,
Of the chrystalline substance that shone,
That has grown old and started to moult,
And is no longer the taste on tongue.
Yet in a contest of beauty, of taste,
It reigns over pepper, powdered curry,
And has appeared to disappear with haste,
To this world instead of my tummy.
When I think of those wonderful days,
Of salted fish and chips, tomatoes and soup,
Of the salt, "eat me", it says,
Without salt I will die of croup.
Yes, salt is a wondeful seasoning,
But I give in to mental reasoning.

Reason for writing:

    Reason:salty poems are unusual.
Inspiration: nothing    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1996-05-14 02:05:50
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:48
Poem ID: 44976

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