I thought that I was going to be eating a Chilli
And now I feel very silly
Having invested 3 minutes defrosting a pasta sauce
Flavoursome for sure, of course
But not the meaty feast that I was anticipating
It has to be said that I was even salivating
And then I had to face a dilemma. Should I chuck the rice
Or is Pomodoro sauce and grain quite nice
Well it has to be said I gave it a go
And can answer with a definitive no
But that could be because it didn’t meet my expectation
I wanted Mexican and was forced to eat a dish from another nation
It was okay but not what I expected or wanted
It’s eaten, it’s gone – even though based on what had been planted
The chilli delight remains to be eaten
Unless it morphs into turkey soup for the same reason
Oh sticky labels that fall off I know it’s part of your plot
To clear the freezer by making me eat food that I’d rather not
Gillian Passman
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