"In the Kitchen" by Justus Juncker‘Mary Le Cuisinier’ by Beverly Stock The Society November 10, 2020 Culture, Humor, Poetry 2 Comments Mary had a little lamb His fleece was white as snow. This little lamb, we’ll call him Stan, Starred at a livestock show. Stan followed her to cooking school Her class was on white sauce, It’s made with butter, dredge and milk— Without sauce, meals are lost. Poor Mary failed and was turned out. Then holding wine in hand, She waited patiently about And hatched herself a plan, Relieving Stan of liberty, His head upon her arm, As if he thought, “I’m not afraid”— He should have been alarmed. Oh, Mary loved the lamb you know, But needing to pass the class— Served up “Stanley Under Glass”* With a hint of lemongrass. Moral: Some people may love little lambs, But shanks can be a winner. To take first place within your class, Just eat the lamb for dinner. Beverly Stock ©2020 *“Pheasant Under Glass” is a dish in which a pheasant is traditionally served on a plate that is covered with a glass dome. Beverly Stock is a poet living in St. Louis, Missouri. Look for more of her work on her website: www.BeverlyStockPoetry.com NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Joseph S. Salemi November 10, 2020 Thank God for a poem that isn’t cutesy-poo sentimental! Wonderful work, Ms. Stock. One suggestion: in quatrain 5, the meter can be easily smoothed out this way: Oh, Mary loved the lamb you know But had to pass the class– She served up “Stanley Under Glass” With a hint of lemongrass. Reply C.B. Anderson November 10, 2020 I’ve had lamb shank only once, and it was great. Thanks for eliciting the memory with such a delightful poem that, for all the world has become, should have fallen flat. It didn’t, and for thinking it might have, I’m a baad, baad black sheep, now with wool no longer covering my eyes. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.