Garlic Butter Prawns – Poem

Ruelha, 
I just love garlic butter prawns.
Because they have no bones or thorns.
Drenched in buttery goodness.
Easy to prepare, no shrewdness.

Now I'm salivating.
Just by imagining.
A nice white rectangular plate.
Without much time to wait.

And a side of potatoes.
Maybe even some mayo.
In a swanky red box.
And some chats and talks.

Amidst good company.
An indulgence of gluttony.
Maybe a nice wine too.
That pairs with the stuff I chew.

I guess I'm just really hungry.
So my poems are getting kinda funky.
Craving for garlic butter prawns.
And then in contentment to yawn.

 -RUELHA
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        1. I am so blessed because my friend/neighbour just got me delicious prawns so I didn’t have to….🤩🤗😋🤤…..the same lady who cooked and gave me lobsters a while ago ….I don’t know if you read that poem then….so blessed 🤩😊🤩😊🤩😊🤩

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    1. Oh….all my poems have at least3 interpretations Debasis.
      The 1st is the story everyone sees.
      The 2nd is the deeper meaning that many others see.
      The 3rd is very personal to me and only I will be able to interpret it because it is usually based on my feelings, life experiences, thoughts that are known only to me. My close friends/ family may probably be able to interpret a tenth of ot maybe ….at times….but no more than that…

      I write poetry because it such a beautiful way to say so many things without revealing anything….yet having the joy of emptying your heart….😉🤩🥰

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  4. Ah Yes Garlic
    Butter Prawns

    Just Another

    Delight for

    So Many

    Taste Buds
    of God In Paradise

    Enjoy the Meal Rue
    A lot of Hard work Brings

    All this Heaven Now Tasty Treats so
    Sour, Sweet, And Just Divine to Consume Now..

    Particularly
    if Ya look
    Up and See

    All the Hot and Cold
    Rocks in the Sky that

    Don’t even Support A

    Hair on A Head

    of A Squirrel

    God Yes

    This Is Our World..

    me and the Squirrel, a
    Chipmunk Called Norman

    And All of the Birds Flying

    Free up THeRE With my

    Naked Fur Down

    Her Flying

    Free on Terrestrial
    Sand Spiraling Free Dancing Wings With Sun

    WHere i am Headed Next Heaven to You too Dear Rue..
    Only Fredache Pill i Feel is This Inheritance Gift Real Hell Thru Heaven now

    Such
    A Treat
    to Suffocate

    And Breathe Again True..:)

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