Pass the salt dear, if you would, please, <br />I need to put some on these peas. <br />But not the pepper, now don’t tease, <br />you know it always makes me sneeze. <br /> <br />The horseradish sauce, is so nice, <br />it gives the meal a touch of spice. <br />But too much and you’ll pay the price, <br />it’ll burn your tongue in just a trice. <br /> <br />The tartare sauce is worth a try, <br />this is so true, I do not lie. <br />With luscious fish baked in a pie, <br />then served with a piquant stir fry. <br /> <br />What about chocolate dessert, <br />some extra calories won’t hurt. <br />then more cream, just maybe a squirt, <br />and watch it doesn’t stain your shirt. <br /> <br />Food of every kind I’ll eat, <br />I find it all a real treat. <br />I’m always ready for the sweet, <br />but slimming is a real feat. <br /> <br />Pass the salt dear, if you would, please, <br />and some lemon for me to squeeze <br />into my gin. Slices of cheese <br />would my sharp hunger pangs appease. <br /> <br />Pass the salt, Walt. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-you-would-please/
