Flavour gone from food when salt is missing,
Famine, feast or fast, it’s all the same,
Every morsel merely for nutrition,
Tasteless platters, menu’s not to blame.
Appetising entrees through to crackers,
Each and every course that looks a sight,
None appeal, untested, quite unwilling,
No temptation for a single bite.
Tasted years ago and though they looked fine,
Appealing on the card and on the plate,
Every bite partaken minus salt mine,
Nothing short of tasteless, ain’t that great,
Fancy restaurants and all those chefs there
Offering hors d’oeuvres and the rest,
Couldn’t tempt, not even little nibble,
Salted tried and salted tasted best.
Salted slightly, not to overdosing,
Just right, she said, when trying three bowls full,
Rejected others, liked her porridge full and fulsome,
Who requests or likes diluted gruel.
Flavour gone from food when salt is absent,
A dose or two, my appetite is grand,
I carry salt, for luck, across my shoulder
And for taste because, without it, life is bland.