Tim Ryerson Poet Light Verse

Sunday Dinner With Mama-In-Law

I wouldn't mind sharin'
With Wilda H. Perrin
A fried chicken section
She burnt to perfection

White beans from the navy
Gummy rice with gravy
Green beans smothered down
Until they turn brown

Fussin' and complainin'
"I love you", she's sayin'
By moanin' and bitchin'
And cleaning the kitchen...

*She usually forgot to check the chicken and sometimes smoked up the whole house...If anyone DARED to come help, she would retort, "Who's the cook here 
anyway? Open the damn door!" Also, NOBODY complained when it was time to eat!

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Dr.Ram Mehta August 26, 2014 at 11:00 PM Very fine humor well penned, congrats on the win, Tim

Pandita Sietesantos August 26, 2014 at 1:41 PM Congratulations on a well-deserved placement in this contest, Tim! Enjoyed reading this fun piece! Pandita

Jan Allison August 26, 2014 at 1:11 PM love the humour here many congrats on your win:-) Hugs jan xxx

Verlena S. Walker August 26, 2014 at 12:51 PM Congratulations Tim for making the top 10... Verlena

Carol Sunshine Brown June 6, 2012 at 7:49 AM When I click on one of your poems I know it will be exceptional Tim. Thank you for sharing your words with us. I hope all is well with you and yours. I will stop back again soon. Love, Carol

Margaret Foster March 27, 2010 at 11:02 PM There's more to life and love than perfectly cooked meals. :) If that's all you have to worry about your a lucky guy. :) :)...cheers Margaret

Andrea Dietrich February 25, 2010 at 12:23 PM YOu do so well with these little tales from family. DId you do a book of them?? I bet you have oodles. Very enjoyable reading this type of poetry. LUv, andrea

John Freeman February 25, 2010 at 11:02 AM Haaaaaaaaaaa! Hey Tim! I always come over to your neck of the woods Tim, when I need a lighter moment. Sincere, Agape, Moses Thanks, by the way For your comments, welcome and appreciated.

Robert A. Dufresne February 24, 2010 at 5:12 AM haha a real person with a great character. Love comes in many forms. Nice tribute.-- Robert

Charmaine Chircop February 23, 2010 at 3:52 PM Delightful poem..Charma

Debbie Guzzi February 22, 2010 at 2:26 PM Very dear and homey? not sure how to spell that LOL I remember when I could eat fried chicken (pout) Light & Love

David Byrne February 21, 2010 at 8:10 PM She sounds like a charming mother in law. Beautiful write, with love............smile!

Constance La France February 21, 2010 at 12:19 PM I smiled and smiled reading this, you captured the essense of family, I can still see my Grandma, with her tattered apron, yelling, get out of my kitchen... thanks so much for writing this lovely poem...

Carrie Richards February 21, 2010 at 8:14 AM This is a delight, Tim! I've known someone just like her.....stubborn as all get out!! A terrible cook, a tough old gal, but loveable!! :) And the house always smelled like burnt toast!! LOL !

Susan Palli February 21, 2010 at 1:36 AM Loved it

Andrea Dietrich February 20, 2010 at 9:32 PM This is delightful, Tim. You are quite a poet. see soup mail.