A poem from The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

You say my eyes are like smooth chocolate,

And I feel so very pleased,

But your eyes are blue like steel,

So I don’t think of any food,

But rather the food I can cook,

And eat and enjoy!

Yet saying you’re the "cherry on the top" sounds far too common for you and me,

Yes, I’m a foodie, don’t you see?

So, how can I compare you to a summer grill?

Let me count the ways:

You’re the sweetcorn in my tuna,

You’re the biscuits to my tea,

The cream cheese on my bagel

And the eggs to my French toast.

You’re the curry to my chicken

You’re the garlic to my beans,

The tortillas to my eggs,

And the pasta to my bakes.

You’re the butter on my crumpets,

Like hot chocolate on a wintery day,

Like the cheese on my risotto,

And the mustard on my buns,

The wasabi on my sushi,

Or the ice cream on my cake,

The peanut butter in my spoon,

And the sprinkles in my banana bread.

You’re the mushroom in more curry,

The broccoli in my noodle stir,

The veggie pasta after a long performing day,

And more curry on my naan.

You’re the cinnamon tea alongside barbacoa,

The pizza to our movie night,

The salt and vinegar to my fish and chips,

The veggie sausage to mock the far right

(and genuinely to enjoy!)

You’re the honey to my lemon and ginger,

The cider in my apple pie,

And probably so much more,

Because I just love so much food!

You’re the pesto to my pasta,

You’re the onion on my grill.

The black coffee to my Janeway,

The dark chocolate on my everything!

~*~

Thank you for reading this fun in-joke between Stevie Stephen Cole and me! If you liked it, please leave a heart and share it along!

You might also enjoy the story of how we met by clicking on The Doctor and the Bell, and how we created His & Hers Theatre Company by clicking here. Here's also the account of the difficulties we went through with my immigration and during the pandemic as self employed creators here.