POEM TITLE If I was a lobster
POEM If I was a lobster, of course you know I'm not.
But if I was and I was caught inside a lobster pot.
Hauled up to the surface ,across the Forth to Blackness On Sea.
Where the chef at The Lobster Pot restaurant could make a thermidor of me.
What you'll need for this dish Is a stock made of fish.
A shallot chopped fine cooked in cream and white wine.
Parsley and please some parmesan cheese.
Mustard from England or Dijon and the juice of a freshly sqeezed lemon.
Now seafood I do adore.
Though I've never tasted thermidor.
Once in France Fruits de la mer.
There's a chance there was some lobster there.
But I was very young so I'm not very sure.
So if I had some cash to spare.
I can not think of anywhere, I'd rather take my freinds to share.
The fine wines, hospitality and traditional fare.
Of the Lobster Pot Restaurant.
I'll see you there.
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