Caren Krutsinger Poet Monorhyme

I Like Oatmeal He Eats Veal

I like oatmeal and he eats veal.
Neither of us consume seal or eel.
We both like to keep things real.
Laughter from us is a hearty peel.
His ideas are hard as steel.
Mine are more imaginary and surreal.
I sometimes pray after a hearty kneel.
Thanks that God sent me the real deal.
I like orange and red, he likes gray and teal.
But together we are an even keel.
In no way is he ever a cad or a heel.
I love the way he makes me feel.
We do disagree on almost every meal.
I like oatmeal and he eats veal.

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Gershon Wolf July 8, 2020 at 7:33 PM Well, oatmeal and veal, eh? OK I promise that I won't squeal! Nyuk, Gershon Caren Krutsinger July 8, 2020 at 11:33 PM I knew I could trust you

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders July 7, 2020 at 9:23 AM Opposites attract. The title reminded me of my own marriage. I'm a vegan, and my husband eats meat. As long as the differences are respected, I think it make for a more interesting life. Blessings, Rhonda xx Caren Krutsinger July 7, 2020 at 9:55 PM They are respected and we have learned to give each other space too.