By Daisy Bard
An Ode to Yoghurt
We've all gone a bit nuts over yoghurt this week for our second portfolio brief. My partner and I have been convincing the world (our studio) that Liberté can cure your period pain. Long story short, in my delirium I wrote a poem about yoghurt. Forgive the loose scansion/rhyming scheme/slight erotic undertones. An Ode to Yoghurt Oh tongue-tickler, morning throat-coaterFor me, there's no yoghurt quota You hit the right note,Whether bovine or goat, I'll finish up every iota.Oh jellified god how I hallowYour thickened richesse, never shallowI'll bathe in LibertéWhatever they sayAnd swallow it down as I wallow.Gobble the Collective for guts by the tub A capacious and spacious bucket of grubThe breakfast of kings, really and trulyIt's putting the 'passion' in passionfruit coulis.I'm outrageously full but I'll rally For a tempting spoonful of Yeo ValleyIt's the farmer's delight,So wrong but so right Though the lumpy bits drive me doolally.And what of brands not on the brief?With Petit Filous I've no beefAnd the rest of the canon(I'm 'mmmm'ing for Danone)Lo! it stirs my digestive relief.This poem has far overrunSo forgive me for jumping the gunBut this 'cultural' frolicBegs words hyperbolic So go lick some lids. Now I'm done.