Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

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My husband likes to start his day
in quite an injudicious way

He wolfs down cold coffee yogurt
topped off with frozen egg yolks 

And though he's never ever smoked
  ~ I think he'll die soon of a stroke

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Caren Krutsinger January 25, 2022 at 1:52 AM "wolfs down" - this made me smile, Mr. Wolf!

Susan Lawrence January 22, 2022 at 1:55 PM Yuck yuck yuck !! So descriptive it made me shudder . A visceral response to your poem . All the best ! Susan :) Gershon Wolf January 22, 2022 at 6:34 PM Stick around for dessert, Susan. My personal guarantee -- no freezer burn to be discerned. Smiles, gw

Terry Flood January 22, 2022 at 12:21 PM Sorry, Gershon, I can’t make that dinner invitation. I know you haven’t asked me yet, but whatever day it is and whatever time… I WILL BE BUSY, Sorry!…. Ha ha, smashing, fun write. Terry Gershon Wolf January 22, 2022 at 6:33 PM C'mon, Terry. Joe Biden ate some already. LoL. Kamala's coming over for a 2nd helping soon. Cheers, gw

Joseph P. DiMino January 22, 2022 at 7:24 AM Yipes! My embolism is a shot of vodka in coffee to start the day:) Love it! Gershon Wolf January 22, 2022 at 6:28 PM Embolism?! -- Frozen egg yolks? -- Vodka in coffee?! -- Well, I never!... LOL. Love the sense of humor in your comment Joe. Keep on truckin,' Gershon

Lindsay Laurie January 21, 2022 at 4:51 PM Hello Gershon ... each to their own I say. I don't know if frozen egg yolks are the go though - thank you Gershon - Lindsay

Heidi Sands January 21, 2022 at 1:14 PM OMG frozen egg yolks. No thanks! and I am laughing at Mike's comment ...Yikes and Yolks (the husband). lol. Thanks for the laugh Gershon :) Gershon Wolf January 22, 2022 at 6:17 PM Heidi, I can put ketchup on top of the egg yolks to temper their chill. Let me know what you think. :) gw

Jennifer Proxenos January 21, 2022 at 1:05 PM Hi Gershon one mans meat is another man's poison but confus ed who is hubby?????? Hugs and blessings Jennifer Gershon Wolf January 22, 2022 at 6:13 PM I write half of my poems from my distaff side -- whatever that means. lol. ~ Dazed and Confused

Kim Rodrigues January 21, 2022 at 9:59 AM LOL…what bothers one will not be the same as another. Sounds like a terible mishmash of food. I don’t even like fried egg on my burger or pasta! No..no..no Gershon Wolf January 22, 2022 at 6:07 PM No fried egg on your pasta?! Gosh... How about peanut butter on your toothbrush? ~ Silly me

Mike Gentile January 21, 2022 at 6:39 AM Just who is your husband GW!! Yikes and Yolks !!! Happy Friday ! Gershon Wolf January 22, 2022 at 6:11 PM Well, you two daredevils: Sometimes I write poems from my feminine side; sometimes from my masculine side. Although I do admit confusion as to which side is which. ~ Ambidextrous L Milton Hankins January 21, 2022 at 9:56 AM LOL. I had the same reaction, Mike, but I dared not go there!!!

Debra L Brown January 20, 2022 at 10:02 PM Oh! My, I hope she has 911 programmed onto her phone. Excellent poem. Blessings ~ Debra

L Milton Hankins January 20, 2022 at 9:32 PM OMG, the thought of it causes my throat to slowly close up and scream, "Never!" Gershon Wolf January 22, 2022 at 5:55 PM Well, they always say: Never say never! lol :)

Valsa George January 20, 2022 at 8:15 PM The very thought makes my guts freeze... Quite interesting Gershon ! Gershon Wolf January 22, 2022 at 5:43 PM Hey, Valsa. Why don't we just put 'frozen guts' on the menu as well?! lol. Hungry yet?! ~ Lost Appetites, Inc.

P.S. Awtry January 20, 2022 at 7:48 PM Frozen egg yolks? I may have a stroke thinking about it! ;) Gershon Wolf January 20, 2022 at 7:53 PM Whoa! That's no joke: Picture the blood rushing to your head, your thoughts spinning around, the room getting dizzy, your breath labored. ~ From an April Fool