I’ve never been much of one for poetry, as it goes. The only one I know to any degree is ‘Remember’ by Christina Rosetti because I had to study it when I did a Speaking of Verse and Prose qualification as a teenager, and completely separately my mother requested it be read at her funeral, to which I obliged.
I think the last time I wrote a poem, certainly the last one I can remember, was about the seaside where I lived. It was for a primary school assignment, so I was no more than 11. I’m now 30, so I’m hardly what you would call a prolific poet.
Anyway, this is all to say that for some reason I was inspired to write a poem tonight. Something about the juxtaposition of Guy Fieri’s unfalteringly cheery outlook and the existential dread that a large percentage of Brits are feeling right now.
I couldn’t get the format right in WordPress so I’m posting it as an image.
I give you ‘Flavortown’.