A bicycle-clip salesman, who
Wished to save people time on the loo,
Added, as a hashtag,
A colostomy bag,
And called it the “Pedal and Poo!”
LJ (late one night in St.Martin)
Rillettes de radis Fastoche
Rillettes de radis Fastoche
Is a dish much in vogue with the Boche
Denn in Frankreich lebt man
Wie Gott nirgendwo kann
And no one can stand German noche
Hatched gratuitously in St.Martin de Ré.
I don’t know who said “The trouble with German food is that no matter how much of it you eat, an hour later you’re hungry for power”, but I wish I had. Very witty, and, of course, harmless.
LJ
Limerick
A hash-peddler, Pasha Achache,
Stashed his hash-cash, alas, in the trash,
Till the trash man one day
Took the trash can away
And trashed the Achache hash-cash stash
Written on the terrace of the Marco Polo Pizzeria, for no good reason. LJ
In Memoriam Batger’s Chinese Figs
The most delicious of all confections and the most intense of gastronomic pleasures at Christmas time, which, alas, have ceased to exist. I had hoped to find something comparable amongst the glacé fruits at Fortnum and Mason, but these fall a long way short of the exquisite crystallised figs I knew as a child. Sic transit gloria mundi.
How I miss that choice Christmas confection
Of Chinese Figs! Their recollection,
Such texture and sweetness
Restored to completeness!
I’m praying for their resurrection! LJ St.Martin
Lyndon @ Adonis Blue 
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