A Pome for Bilby

Herbs and spices

For Father’s Day, I got a book
Hello, says I, that’s worth a look
But it seemed to promise lots of labour
A barbecue cook book by Weber.

In it one hundred lovely recipes
For incinerating meat and veggies
Ways of cooking piggies and birds
Not for anyone but for nerds.

In order to flavour these comestibles
I would have to raid the wife’s vestibules.
Loads of rosemary and thyme
And other herbs that just won’t rhyme.

Then, of course, there are the spices
Many of these can lead to vices
Many used in a marinade
The results washed down with lemonade

Or, preferably, a nice Chilean Carmenére

(And I would point out to our American friends that herbs is pronounced with an “H”, because, as Paul Bettany said on a US TV interview, it starts with an effing “H”)