Poetry Boot Camp Day 9: A poem of convenience

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.Continue reading “Poetry Boot Camp Day 9: A poem of convenience”