Pieces of Poetry: Four Sauce on Sunday

Meticulous at being Articulate,
And more than fully capable,
To communicate.
Choosing through music,
To get through to you,
But choosing to patiently wait.
Till the time comes for something,
To look forward to,
Becomes the time to create,
And placed upon your plate.
Like trying to find,
The right way to say,
Hey-hey, Hey-hey,
I think you’ll like,
My “Sauce on Sunday.”
From the Guiney in me to Nashville,
Music City, Tennessee.
Where do I start?
It comes from my heart,
And eventually,
Gets written down poetically.
You begin with some cheap,
Inexpensive cans,
That make up the basic ingredients.
Two cans of sauce,
One small can of paste,
And a can of petite diced tomatoes.
A good place to start,
But you haven’t gone far,
And you still have a long ways to go.
Thank God for the pot,
That’s been through a lot,
And the lid that fits firmly on top.
When I’m writing,
I’m just hanging on for the Ride,
And I don’t see any reason to stop.
Open the four cans and pour them all in,
And this is where the real fun begins.
Now it comes down to ingredients.
“Damn The Torpedoes”
&
“Spare No Expense.”
Balsamic Vinnegar and Olive Oil.
Now there’s a combination,
When it comes to a boil.
And let’s not forget the sugar and salt.
A teaspoon of each,
To reach one and all.
And pepper’s never a bad thing to use.
But just be careful about,
The amount that you choose.
Too much of a good thing has its affect,
And may over-power,
The things that come next.
They call it Italian Seasoning.
Therein lies my Rhyme,
And my Reasoning.
But this part,
I’m going to leave up to you.
How much Italian,
You want to come through.
Now… Garlic Powder has the power,
To say loud and clear,
There’s no doubt about it.
You know that I’m here.
And there’s never enough,
Fresh Parmesan Cheese.
Any Italian will tell you,
“All Italian Sauce needs.”
Grilled Onion and Green Pepper,
And Hamburger meat,
Would definitely make,
This recipe complete.
Something done wonderful,
For someone to eat.
But make no mistake,
This will take time to heat.
You may have to add,
Some water to it,
After hours of simmering,
It tends to get thick,
And constantly needing,
To be thoroughly mixed.
Nothing worth having,
Comes easy and quick.
But at least I can say,
That I truly have tried,
To create better sauce,
On a Sunday Night.
I hope and I pray,
That I said it all right.
I’m leaving that,
Up to you to decide.
But me… I’m just,
Hanging On,
For The Ride.