Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Italian Magpie 56

Fried chops, steak, snags and boiled veggies was 'it' until the Italians, escaping Mussolini, arrived smelling of garlic and no-speaka-de-English. Then it all changed.
They speak English at least as well as I do and hooked me on Italian food, but why can I no longer smell them?


It Must be the Garlic!













Be warned that the garlic we serve,
Might have a down side. I observe;
That people who stank
Are no longer rank.
(It destroyed my olfactory nerve!)

More smelly poems and yarns at Magpie Tales.
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13 comments:

  1. Tess Kincaid8 March 2011 at 7:04 am

    Heh-heh. Me, too.

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  2. Martin8 March 2011 at 7:11 am

    Now your nose in neutral, eh?

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  3. Kathe W.8 March 2011 at 7:48 am

    when it comes to garlic- if you don't join 'em....they stink! Cheers-great post.

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  4. Anonymous8 March 2011 at 10:06 am

    Haha - I love garlic -if you can't beat them, join them (we'll all smell garlicky together).

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  5. Queen of the Tea Cosies8 March 2011 at 5:18 pm

    tea hea hea

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  6. Anonymous8 March 2011 at 5:40 pm

    Blame whoever you like Stafford - I love the stuff - plus (theres a bonus?) I have successfully kept vampires at bay for over half a century!!

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  7. Lydia8 March 2011 at 8:04 pm

    So great! Both your poem and garlic itself, most definitely. Will share with my husband, whose boss informed him of her hatred for garlic during his employment interview. Myself, I love the smell of garlic!

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  8. hyperCRYPTICal10 March 2011 at 5:48 am

    Excellent poem and astute observation - the breath thing!

    Eons ago (when I was a lass) - smell onion on someones breath and you ran for the hills! I never smell onion breath any more - why?

    Garlic breath - now I am so jealous as (they have eaten my little cloved friend! It is perfume to me! Yum!

    Anna :o]

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  9. Helen10 March 2011 at 11:27 am

    .. aren't you the sly one? Clicking on the Magpie Tales link after your clever poem takes you to a religious website .. the likes of which I've certainly never seen. Bet you don't frequent them much either?

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  10. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall10 March 2011 at 12:48 pm

    fun verse..

    perfect rhymes

    remind one lovely garlic eating times,

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  11. Stafford Ray10 March 2011 at 1:58 pm

    Thanks Helen, all better now!

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  12. Emily Young12 March 2011 at 7:41 am

    So true. It's always best if everybody at the dinner table is eating garlic, then nobody will notice!

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  13. Helen13 March 2011 at 3:33 am

    'stank and rank' ~~ fun words!

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