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: poem, creative writing, Poetry, creative, writing, verse, rhyme, Prosody, pasta, bolgnaise, lloyd grossman, tomato, garlic, pesto, jar, lid
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