Menu of Life: Careful — the Plates Are Very Hot-ish
The primeval soup, served in a Petri dish
You can slurp it down, but you cannot finish
What evolution brings to the species fetish
Is a potpourri of ribonucleic acid relish
The rubbish by which life seeks to nourish
Near misses — a series of mistakes to refurbish
The few that arise, destined to flourish
Shaming the many who are left to perish
The right helical bonds, time will burnish
Sooner or later in life's delicious furnace
'Cause a hundred apes with typewriters furnish
Shakespeare, if you skip all the gibberish
The dinosaurs were suckers, lame ducks, and myop'ish
Never looked up to see what would extinguish
The lot of them — the final course served prehistor'ish
So, it wouldn't hurt none for us, then, to be skittish
Check, please!
An Old Man’s Only Remaining Vice
And just what do you present me with
under this covered dish?
I sure hope you can nourish
my desirable hunger that has begun to flourish.
Swordfish?!
My, my! What an Atlantian treat!
How sweet is such meat!
What a bother it is, though,
that my protein
lays upon a snow scene
atop this blizzard of jasmine rice.
Bah!
In my advice,
I'd rather have ordered a potato baked twice.
(However, if I may say cockily,
I really love the broccoli!)
And how divine are these yeast rolls!
My dear chef,
I am putting you on the payroll!
Religion on a Plate
My friend Al the chemist
is juggling spirits and their vapors
between the Bunson burners
from one hot plate to the other
the blue lit flame
a gas
lighting
for the insane
pursuit of
gain
in a day
that's slipping
for the millennia
My friend Al says
that our Cooking's'
neither art nor science
fuel molting like lava
red as faith
turkey gobble
burnt like coal
I look in the dish...
well then... What is it?
12.20.2023
Dish... or dishes challenge @Last
