Tag Archives: boiled dinner

NOBODY WANTED OUR POT–LUCK!

We took what I thought worth taking,

A soup of my own making…

Boiled cabbage and ham

But no thank you Ma’am,

Just me and the wife were taking.

Competition was rather strong,

Lasagna and casserole gone…

What little we ate

I’d consolidate

And use for suppers till gone!

I had someone’s lemon meringue,

Almost too sweet–no tang–

Along with ice cream

(And lasagna again!),

Enough food for the whole gang!

My wife left her pink NORTH  CREEK hat,

I’m rescuing stuff like that…

Everyone knows

Keeping track of clothes

Is anything but old hat!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

WARMED WEATHER

WARMED WEATHER

Our Saturday boiled dinner

Was a social winner…

It sounded crass

But biogas,

Warmed up this spot of winter.

–Jonathan Caswell

WE DIDN’T HAVE BOILED DINNER!

WE DIDN’T HAVE BOILED DINNER!

While honoring the Irish, alas,

We’re prone to too much gas…

And acid reflux

Too easily bucks,

The resulting looseness is crass.

My wife and I have foregone

Boiled dinner to feast upon…

The salt alone

We shouldn’t bring home,

‘Though tasty, we’re better off with none!

We salute our Irish ancestors,

Of which are just mine that we’re aware…

Hibernian pride

Swells inside,

But having boiled dinner–we don’t dare!

–Jonathan Caswell