On the hoof, or: Mad as a meat axe

A limerick

Gordo gorged on meat when angry or nervous
and could not bear slow restaurant service.
Once, ol' Gordo ordered a whole cow -
when the staff balked, he shouted, "Now!"
On the hoof, the cook cried, "God, preserve us!"

d’Verse prompt: Bon appรฉtit food poetry

At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to write poems about food.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

48 thoughts on “On the hoof, or: Mad as a meat axe”

  1. My great uncle was notoriously difficult about his steaks. He ordered it rare. The server brought it out and he promptly sent it back as too well done. This was repeated about 4 times. Finally he told the server to put a raw steak on a plate and run it through the kitchen! By that time we were all dying of embarrassment….

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