Prompt from Big Tent Poetry: write a food poem
Inspired by William Wordsworth's "The World is Too Much With Us"
Our food is too much with us; late and soon,
Cooking and eating, we lay waste our calories:
Little we see in the kitchen that displeases;
We have given our tastebuds away, a sordid boon!
The pantry that bares her bosom to our gastronomy;
The chef that would be steeped in haute cuisine;
And are occasional now like heirloom china;
For this, for everything, we are underdone;
It moves us not. But oh! I’d rather be
A chef fattened by delectable nourishment;
So might I, standing in my pleasant kitchen,
Have sustenance that would make me more delighted;
Have tastes of meals created by my own hands;
Or feast on recipes concocted by sages prior.