Hooray for pasta sauce,
Only the stuff in a jar of course,
The other stuff is poncy and grim
And yes it’ll help you keep all slim,
It’s not the same as the stuff in a jar
This wonderful Italian ambrosiarr.
Made in Norwich and bottled in Gwent?
It’s the taste I love, and it’s left me spent.
Pasta Sauce
Published October 31, 2009 Poetry , Prosody , creative writing , poem , verse Leave a CommentTags: bolgnaise, creative, creative writing, garlic, jar, lid, lloyd grossman, pasta, pesto, poem, Poetry, Prosody, rhyme, tomato, verse, writing
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