Remnants Of Last Night’s Meal


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?

  15 comments for “Remnants Of Last Night’s Meal

  1. August 19, 2015 at 5:01 pm

    Oh dear I have cut down on garlic for this reason

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  2. August 19, 2015 at 5:03 pm

    I’ve certainly modified my cooking habits in the light of this experience…


  3. August 19, 2015 at 5:27 pm

    Garlic, the other musical fruit!

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  4. August 19, 2015 at 5:33 pm

    I love it! And I love garlic too 🙂 🙂 Great rhyme!

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  5. August 19, 2015 at 8:32 pm

    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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  6. August 20, 2015 at 1:29 pm

    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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    • August 20, 2015 at 4:59 pm

      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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  7. Ivan Proust
    August 21, 2015 at 5:51 pm

    Now I don’t even want to eat anymore.
    : P

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    • August 21, 2015 at 6:19 pm

      Don’t feel that way. The food itself was delicious…

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      • Ivan Proust
        August 21, 2015 at 6:20 pm

        Fine Sir James, I shall eat the duck.
        : )

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  8. August 22, 2015 at 8:54 am

    Hear, hear for garlic!

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