Winning verse by a member.(Victoria Wood, look to your laurels)

Gillian Southgate has won a prize in the monthly competition in the Oldie (which, incidentally, has improved a lot since Alexander Chancellor took over as Editor).She has kindly allowed me to reproduce it here:

You Always Dance in the Kitchen

You always dance in the kitchen and you twirl like a wild banshee,
You pirouette with a fat courgette as you snack on a mange tout pea,
You swing and shake with a fillet of hake, while the cat stands by aggrieved,
And your palais glide with a beef topside must be seen to be believed.
I come alive when I see you jive past the bowl of kiwi fruit,
That smart foxtrot with the eggs cocotte makes me faint, you look so cute.
You twist and shout round a nice brown trout and a plate of fennel gratin
Your entrechat is way above par when it’s poised over rhubarb tatin.
Your linzertorte as you pull up short in the middle of a tango,
Tastes quite divine, and I know you’re mine when you sashay round a mango.
Oh, you’ve always been my dancing queen; you come on like Pavlova,
(That’s cream and fruit and meringue to boot, and it really rolls me over).