The fresher the feta...

Writing in Corfu

“The fresher

The feta

The better”

She said

As we

Raced down

The hill

In Corfu.

“But feta

That’s fresh

Is so hard

To get,

Yet it’s

Easier to

Find

In Corfu”

“Why’s that?”

I asked her,

As we

Rounded a

Hairpin,

“What happens

When feta

Is fresh?”

“Well, the

Fresher

The feta

The lesser

It smells

And the smoother

Its taste is

To you.”

“I never

Liked feta,”

I said

As I winced,

When a

Lorry took

Most of

The road.

“Yet the

Feta at

Niko’s was

Yummy today

Like none

That I’ve

Tasted

Before!”

“That’s it!

It was

Fresher,”

She said

Zipping past

A slow

Donkey

And cart

In the road;

“And fresher

Is better

When talking

Of feta,”

 “Kalimera!”

She called

To a friend.

“No wonder

I liked it”

I stamped on

My ‘brakes,’

As she

Narrowly

Missed

A collision;

“But it’s

Easier to

Find in

Corfu than

Elsewhere.”

If mad

Driving

Your stomach

Withstands!

In a cloud

Of brown dust

And a sigh

Of the brakes

We finally

Pulled up

At home,

“So take it

From Katia,

Just live

In Corfu,

Where your

Feta is

Fresher

And better.”