Sad Quiche on a Plate

Gold cherry

By Jane Hyphen

Wed, 27 Dec 2017
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A sad quiche on a plate

Waiting, drying out

Killing time and conversation too

A sad quiche on a plate

With a wrinkled complexion

And egg on its face

Heavy on its papery

Christmas plate but

Also lacking substance

Looking ever so stupid

With a prickly holly garnish

A sad quiche, lonely unwanted

Fattening but unsatisfying

Tomatoes unflattering except

On its cool Italian

Relative, the pizza

The inclusion of eggs

Embarrassing and sulphurous

A sad quiche on a plate

Too cheesy for words

Cheap too it must be said

Just there for bulk

For hungry people without class

As olives look on and laugh

And hummus is scooped up

On carrot sticks raw and fit

A sad quiche getting warm

And smelly, cringing too

As people look in disgust

‘I think I’ll pass’ they think

Quiches can read minds

The party ends

‘Does anyone want to take this quiche?’

‘No’, ‘You’re alright’, ‘Ooh no thanks,’

Sad quiche sliding into

A pedal bin, dying all amosh

Among wrappers and other crap

Sad quiche deconstructed

An underachiever to the end….

 

Certificate U
Poem
Humour

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

aha, too cheesy for words. 

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Sad - but true.

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

I like quiche, and your poem, although its sad end brought a tear to my eye.

Lindy

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Fashion. Died with St Michael.

Blessed are the quiche-makers. They tried to extend its appeal to a more sophisticated generation of buffeteers by resorting to increased exoticism (et voila: spinach!), but in vain.

Lorraine was just too baby-boomer in the end. A bit like Kevin.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks guys, I feel rather quiche-like at party time what with my inability to make small talk, shrivalling all the while, somewhat ignored and outclassed. 

Sad indeed Philip, thanks for commenting.

Ha ha, yes they even added pine nuts Parson and aubergine, at that point I was priced out of the quiche market. Lorraine was just a baby boomerlaugh, along with her name...

Thanks starfish girl, you can wipe away your tears with a christmassy napkin.

 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Ugh! Small talk.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I think you should pop it in an envelope and post it to starfish girl so they can go off into a christmassy sunset together. It would be a kindness to both smiley

 

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

My husband has quite a penchant for quiche geraldine so if that could be put into an envelope it would make up for the turkey overload.

Seasons greetings

Lindy

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Anyone for turkey quiche with a giblet foam?

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Barf

Parson Thru

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Add a bed of wilted spinach and some charcoal crisps and it's mine.

Lindy

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Utterly revolting yes Parson. Charcoal crisps, they sound quite nice Lindy..

Noo you must be full of lardy cake..

 

 

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Submitted by PoppyS on

Wonderful goes well with my glass of red wine and stilton.

Clever you.

Pops ~xx~

Writing is art in pictures – Go paint poetry!

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Thanks for pick of the day for my evil, quicheist offering.

Hi Pops, thanks for your comment x