At the Restaurant
The reason I am here
is that I’m a gourmet
and am not satisfied
with a simple buffet.
The last time I spoke
to the chef, I told him
to cook me pheasant.
And it wasn’t on a whim.
Last year when I ate it
it tasted very pleasant.
The desire for it now
seemed to me apparent.
The wine I drank with it
was a supple Pinot Noir,
a red delectable nectar
as smooth as the Loire.
Who tickled the ivories
as we sampled the food?
The “Moonlight Sonata”
sounded ever so good.
© Luigi Pagano 2019
© ionicus 2023
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A sumptuous poem indeed! ‘as smooth as the Loire’ is not a desperate attempt to rhyme with Noir… it flows quite naturally. I like it very much.
Supratik
Thanks very much for your feedback, Supratik. You are quite right in your assumption that it was not a deliberate attempt on my part to find a word that rhymed with ‘Noir ‘ and am glad that it did not detract from your enjoyment of the poem. I appreciate your compliment.
Best wishes, Luigi.
I thank you for your kind assessment, Trevor. Always nice to hear your views.
This was in response to an Inspiration Point on ABC that required three phrases (out of six) to be used.
Often to find the right rhymes is a difficult task. Sometimes they are obvious and slot in fairly easily and at other times one has to be imaginative with the choice.
Best wishes, Luigi.