CookAppeal Maker, E Stelling, 3/2/09
Lost on an ocean, a sea of green…
No sails.
No compass.
No direction.
Alone with only your thoughts,
Adrift on salty concoctions;
Add some passing fish
Make a paddle from drift
Stir up some friends
Throw in a bed of self discovery & personal growth
Healthy taste of what’s to come, and
You have cooked up;
A great big bowl of Yum!
This poem came from a 'Behind The Wheel Chef' post on Arugula Soup, and a tie into the old nursery rhyme 'Three Men In A Tub'...
