Ode to a Pot Roast
If ever there was a form of food
So humble in its name
It’d have to be this hunk of meat
A winter insurance claim.
To hear it mentioned as for sup
Elicits moans and sighs
To see it brought upon a plate
Will bring on widened eyes.
Choosing a pan is half the task
As it must sit just so
With herbs and veg embracing it
Afloat in rich Bordeaux.
The time it roasts, the temperature
These things must serve it well
And yet this dish forgives mistakes
Content till the dinner bell.
Aromas floating in the wind
Send out come hither scents
Warmth and love and plentitude
It’s these it represents.
We taste this beef extraordinaire
With garlic cloves and shallots
Carrots, peas and taters too
It’s heaven on our palettes.
Some say the post roast has no class
Its nature bourgeoisie
But ask the greatest chefs today
Most all would disagree.
Oh how I love a pot roast so
It fills my heart with joy
Nothing louder shouts, “It’s Fall!”
It is the Real McCoy.
Ode to A Vegetarian
I love my vegetarian
She’s bright and camp and brave
But I am always asking her
Why won’t you eat my pot roast?
October Gotta Have a Gott winner
In January, Rob and I announced that his sketches will be available toward the end of the year in the form of a 2015 calendar! And our readers would get to be the judges and voters for which doodles they’d like to see selected for each month. We’ll reveal the winners one by one, and come November, If you’ve Gotta have a GOTT, you can place your order. Jump on over to see the cartoon winner for October!
Don’t forget to check out what we’re cookin’ in the Scullery and what we all talked about down in the pub. Plus, you can see more of Robin Gott‘s humor–all from the only pen carved from a human funny bone.