Your Favourite Dish
Go on, taste me!
The flavour of my skin
Let my body’s heady scent
Rise from deep within.
Add a pinch of soul
With a drop of fiery spirit
It’ll make your juices flow
Till your taste buds break the limit.
Don’t be shy; try nibbling my ear
Sample the nape of my neck
Passion for food is nothing to fear
Dinner means more than being fed.
There will be no macho cuisine
Or Beef Cakes with slabs of meat
But dishes that look like a dream
And always taste like a treat.
So open your new cookery book
And turn to page sixty-three
There you’ll find a special recipe
For your favourite dish called me!!