Sara Kendrick Poet Quatrain

Redeye Gravy

Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan
It certainly is not at all like jam
Mom made it years ago  for her man
Fry some country ham, pour  coffee bam

Never knew why it was called redeye
Then my grandson informed me just why
Men who had been out late had bleareye
Who looked like they had been drip-dry

I always thought that it was because
It had dark red color from drippings
In my home it  got an applause
I thought that it was God's blessings

I learned my husband doesn't like it
My grandson doesn't like redeye gravy
When I make it only make a bit
Always redeye gravy left heavy

Today decided to place on grits
Feed to the cats see if they like it
Now cat is running around won't sit
I guess that caffeine gave them lift

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John Loving Iii November 4, 2010 at 7:18 AM what you know about redeye gravy? get me some biscuts and some jelly and eternal life and we will be set. john

Andrea Dietrich November 1, 2010 at 10:18 PM so it has caffene in it?? Gosh, I never heard of this stuff. SOUnds kinda gross to me. This is a fun and clever poem, Sara. Luv, Andrea

Carolyn Devonshire November 1, 2010 at 5:24 PM Never have tried redeye gravy, Sara, but if it goes well with grits I'm sure I'd love it. I'm wondering what goes into the gravy to keep the cats on the go. Cute poem! Love, Carolyn

Carol Sunshine Brown November 1, 2010 at 11:44 AM It was my pleasure to read your excellent writing today Sara. Love, Carol

Honesty Oimbo November 1, 2010 at 9:33 AM seems no one likes redeye gravy. Is something like poison that upsets stomach?

Chuck Keys November 1, 2010 at 8:40 AM you certainly have a way of story telling, did the cats survive?, the poor babies .... thank you, chuck

Victor Ballew November 1, 2010 at 5:47 AM the name nightshade has nothing to do with the plant actualy

De R November 1, 2010 at 4:20 AM A very funny write, Sara:) Those poor cats, they got way too much energy now...Hugs, Emilia

Wilma Neels October 31, 2010 at 10:16 PM Sara, I feel sorry for the poor cat hehe. Thanks for the laughs aol early on a Monday morning. Hope your week will be a blessed one ;)

Audrey Haick October 31, 2010 at 3:39 PM This is really delightful to read Sara. I can picture your poor cat being weary and probably wondering what's going on. He/she will be just fine...Hope you had a ver nice Sunday... Blessings to you. Always, Audrey

Dr.Ram Mehta October 31, 2010 at 9:52 AM Your Redeye Gravy taste - enjoyed the twist in the last quatrain, Sara

Ravindra K Kapoor October 31, 2010 at 8:38 AM What a beautiful and funny write. Enjoyed the taste of your redeye gravy and it is superb. Many thank for your kind and precious comments on Radha's Song a folk song of India. Love and best wishes....Ravindra...Sara Kendrick