Friday, November 25, 2016


              The Seven Deadly Sins – II
                    Gourmet Gordon

Public house all yeasty and evening warm
Local steps in, dripping rain from the storm,
Questing for Gordon that inclement day.
Out at “The Waltzing Weasel” the patrons did say
Consuming fine foods and wines with the Gourmet Club.
Better than eating burger and chips in the pub.

A grand institution of twelve men good and true
A lofty bracket above the likes of me and you.

A five course meal in restaurant in vogue
Once a month guest, upper crusst, no rogue
They’d puff on cigars, that made them look wise.
They told tall stories but never told lies.
Gordon would drink brandy from glasses so thin
And flirt with the waitresses with waists very slim.

Tasting langoustines and crab with Piri-piri sauce,
Cassoulet, duck confit and venison of course.
Tureen of turtle soup, timbali of rice, a red wine jus
Panna cotta, almond praline; dishes for them not for you.

After-hours jubilant return in taxis loud
Stroll into the pub all bloated and proud.
Order malt whiskies to be drunk by all
Laughter rings out in snug, stairs and hall.

A grand institution of twelve men good and true
A lofty bracket above the likes of me and you.

One evening after a banquet in “The Copper Kettle”
Gordon full of food slumped in sofa to settle
To a wee dram of his finest Cardhu
And perhaps a drop of Johnnie Walker Blue.

But his intention was frustrated and diverted
A sudden chest pain and to danger he was alerted.
Gordon realised that his drink was not to be
As he clutched his chest, his ribs, in agony.
He had no drugs, of pills not a one
In the grip of a massive fizzer; he was done.

His day was over, his life was led.
His friends were told that he was dead.

A grand institution of eleven men good and true
Who ate and drank so much more than me or you.

Martin Delemare

9th November 2016

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