The Secret Recipe
What could it be?
What could it be That’s in this secret recipe?
Do I detect an orange slice, Cured with just a bit of spics?
And I think I can taste a hint of mulbueeries and leaves of mints.
Or maybe something really weird ,Live dragon scales and billy goat beard.
Chilled in a wild winter breeze And churned in waves from distant seas.
I can’t tell. I can’t tell. Another taste might ring a bell.
Perchance its name I could surmise Tomato tumbleweed surprise?
Floogenberry cheddar Melt. Barbequed Banana Belt.
Chewy Cherry Fizz cal Float Potato Pizza a la Moat.
Yummy Mummy Carrot Cluster! Rhubarb Redish Belly Buster?
I do not know! I do not know! Perhaps another bite will show the secret of this recipe that’s sitting here in front of me.
It’s bold and bland, savory and sweet, heavily whipped and lightly beat.
Perfect for a winter night, Or when the summer sun is bright.
If only I could postulate what taste makes this dish taste so great! I wish I knew. Just one more bite, just one more chew, eggplant, olives, marshmallow? Icicles farmed by Eskimos?
I have to know! I have to know! My plate seems to be smpty though! And one more bite the answer’d bring, but I have eaten everything.
Now I never can be sure…Unless of course, I ask for more.