Last night’s meal was lovely
It went down very well
But sad to say it’s left behind
A less than pleasant smell
The garlic, herbs and spices
That made our taste buds smile
Have rendered our abode
Really rather vile
So yes the meal was tasty
A pleasure to consume
But was it worth the horror
Of this pungent, fetid room?
James Proclaims! 
15 responses to “Remnants Of Last Night’s Meal”
Oh dear I have cut down on garlic for this reason
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I’ve certainly modified my cooking habits in the light of this experience…
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Garlic, the other musical fruit!
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I love it! And I love garlic too 🙂 🙂 Great rhyme!
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Thanks 🙂
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Oh, yes. The aftermath of a tasty meal can be less than lovely. You expressed it very well. Made me smile.
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Thanks for smiling 🙂
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I don’t care how badly I smell! If everyone ate garlic no one could smell it so I suggest eating it. It’s good for you too. I loved your cartoon and poem!
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I put garlic in everything I cook. But after this particular meal I may put a little less next time I cook it. it did taste really good though 🙂
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You can never have too much garlic!
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Now I don’t even want to eat anymore.
: P
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Don’t feel that way. The food itself was delicious…
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Fine Sir James, I shall eat the duck.
: )
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Yes.
Hear, hear for garlic!
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