Sometimes all you need is something short and sweet, or small and crunchy.
The joys of fast food
A disc of soft yielding potato
Within the crunch of
batter.
Could life get any better
than a golden, salty, sauce-laden
fritter?
I put it to you, sir,
there is not…
Except, perhaps,
A piece of cod.
Notes: The sauce referenced in this poem has to be a good quality tomato ketchup. The potato fritter (NZ) is called a potato scallop in Australia, I used my home country term for ease of the rhyme! For good description and recipe check out this SBS site: https://www.sbs.com.au/food/recipes/potato-scallops
Angele Toomey Poetry 