by FargoFansydney, New South Wales, Australia
Feb 2022 249 Views 1 comments
When I left home
No more than eighteen
What could I cook do I remember?
Living in St Kilda I do remember
A young couple tried to show me an omelette
But in fact I knew that already,
And concealed my response
Yet perhaps I bought some kitchen tools.
Arriving in NZ south island
Unsalted porridge was quite a shock
Not now! Never salt such foods.
Times change!
In my backpack then
were mostly books and music
What could I cook do I remember?
Living in St Kilda I do remember
A young couple tried to show me an omelette
But in fact I knew that already,
And concealed my response
Yet perhaps I bought some kitchen tools.
Arriving in NZ south island
Unsalted porridge was quite a shock
Not now! Never salt such foods.
Times change!
In my backpack then
were mostly books and music
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Posted: Feb 2022
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