Poem – How to be a purist

How to be a purist


Send them back to America where they belong,

Wretched potatoes. Evict the rice.

Bloody foreigners, coming over here

Becoming our staples. And the pasta.

Italian nonsense, noodle inspired.

And let me tell you, noodles are not

From round here either.

Send the sweeds back to Sweden

And the brussel sprouts back to Brussels.

Send back the Danish pastry, the Viennese whirl

The champaign, parmesan, parma ham.

Remove the korma, curry and kebab,

Hound out the homous and hallumi

Say no to tapas and tagliatelli,

Forsake feta, forget focaccia.

Let it be English food for England.

Only the turnip. Meat pies.

Fish without chips.

Black Pudding.

Spotted dick.


Patriotism is a dish  generally served bland.

About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, wife to the most amazing artist -Tom Brown. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

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