In light of my new foraging fun (I now forage at least once a week to make soup for Danda and I), I have got a book called Food For Free by Richard Mabey and am looking into things like edible flowers. I saw some beautiful photographs of borage and realised I’d seen it around quite a bit but not realised what I was looking at nor that I could eat it. And it looks beautiful on a plate of light summery fun, a salmon fillet perhaps and some greens. With some beautiful borage on the top.
In honour of this new discovery, I have composed some poetry. I would describe my style as philosophical and thought-provoking.
Borage, borage, borage
There’s a garden down the road with some borage,
I wish I had some borage,
I’d eat that borage with my porridge,
I’d have a breakfast of borage porridge.
I’d like to forage that borage,
I wish I had borage like that borage,
I think it’s my favourite borage,
And boy, do I like to forage!?
I’d like to forage that borage.
For my porridge.
Forage, borage, porridge.
Posted by Alex Jones on June 23, 2013 at 09:50
Set that to music and you may have a pop song 🙂
Posted by lazylauramaisey on June 23, 2013 at 10:56
Oo, that’s an idea. Give me a bit of time and I’ll get something together!
Posted by rambler5319 on June 23, 2013 at 15:56
Step aside John Donne, Wordsworth and Duffy
Don’t challenge LLM she’ll only get huffy
She’s begun writing in verse
What some say is nonsense at first
And may hasten their end in a hearse!
Posted by lazylauramaisey on June 30, 2013 at 08:37
Good one! Maybe I should get you to help with turning this into a number 1 hit?