THE HERRING

A fish on the table,

It’s on my plate.

No, this isn’t Dunkirk.

White wine, and slices of pickles

Form the sauce.

The empty tin can.

My fork is moving.

A piece of bread in your mouth.

I activate my saliva,

Before I swallow it.

Succulent white pulpit.

Let me chew gently,

Careful with the stops.

A dash of lemon zest,

Plus to decorate the taste.

This acidity is well conducted,

It makes my taste buds sparkle.

Ah! This Hareng

I love it...