Gorgeous fragrances, intermingling
Wafting in from many directions
Sensory overload; understood only if you were there.
Peaches, plums, persimmons, marvelous colors.
Each one showing out her own truth,
Being herself, delicate and lovely.
Which ones to choose? Quintessential prototypes of themselves.
A floral banquet
I was the wedding caterer,
about to make choices.
Where to begin?
O Women, the mothers and sisters,
That the world can treat you like this!
You were heroes from the start
When you left your father's house
Aiming to build your own nest.
This you'd do in a foreign land,
The home of the man!
Mother, caterer, dairy,teacher,
Social worker, cook, laundress,
Sometimes even lecturer, judge,
Lawyer, politician, whatever!
But there are some who see you
Merely as low hanging fruit
For ridicule and abuse!
You pioneered in the struggle for freedom
But when it came you were pushed aside.
You're now faced with another struggle:
The fight for gender equality!
Men want to keep you in your place.
Wish you strength and luck!
Your battle is an uphill one
Because your man is compromised!
His work is to support you
But here , he is unemployed.
It's an anomalous situation!
In truth half the world is sick!
And it comes to you!
My humble suggestion would be:
Carry on fighting for your house.
Honour your man come rain or shine
Whether he has or he hasn't!
Continue making your house a home.
You'll be truly accomplished!
And have God in your life!
Always arrive last and leave first
Be present, but not the life of the party
Come bearing a gift for the hostess,
Don’t spill your drink on the sofa.
Eat the hors d’oevres sparingly
Forget not to thank profusely,
Give high praise to the caterer
Hear nothing you would repeat.
If you’re wondering, ask discreetly
Just pass up the drinks if you’re driving
Kindly don’t light up a smoke!
Look like you’re having fun
Make suitable gestures when conversing,
Never flirt with someone you don’t know
Only offer genuine compliments.
Practice your skills at entertaining small talk
Quietly slip away from boring groups,
Refuse requests to entertain the guests
Sandals, a definite no; loafers are casual,
Take some time with everyone present
Understand the social pecking order.
Visit the bathroom only once, if necessary
Watch your language, and,
(E)Xpect to commit one faux pas
You were invited, you are important
Zingers (dirty jokes) are inappropriate
written March 2, 2022
A couple got married in the Winter Wonderland
For the reception they hired a mariachi band
They danced a Spanish jig,
Then left in a borrowed rig
Stiffing the poor caterer because the food was bland.
written December 23, 2021
Walking on the newly wetted ground,
After a long spell of Winter drought,
I ponder how rain never fails to astound:
This valuable shower we can't do without!
As I tread on the browne'd earth
Browned by the shower of yester-night,
I wonder where I got such a worth:
To be watched with such close oversight!
Someone's delivering service to me,
Loyally, like an hotel room keeper!
Yet there is a dichotomy:
I pay nothing to the caterer!
There is some love expressed in rain.
It's not only soothing but sustaining as well.
Especially after a long drought strain,
I rejoice that some rain fell!
Navy and dishes
I had kitchen duty on a fateful day
when the dishwasher exploded with an almighty bang.
just as I reflected on the irony as the only one trained as
a caterer I had to the dishes,
A royal navy is a strange place something to do with ranks
not so much about what you know.
The captain thought we had come under enemy fire and sent
an angry signal to the nearest ship.
Later that day when transferring oil to another ship there was
a collision and we had to go to the nearest dock.
The captain had to take the blame, which is customary in
the navy; he got a job as a marine attache in Paris.
The next in command became the captain, a good man.
As for me, I was left to clean the pots and pans.
Cats got yo tongue,
catwalks, runs stalks prowls;
Meow!
Catheads catalog catlike people.
Meow, yet they smell cationic;
Cats got yo tongue!
Catlings catmints containments within parsnips;
Catnaper catcher of meow winks;
And does a catfish eat mice;
Cats got yo tongue!
And does a dog walk down a catwalk;
Does a catbird tweet-tweet...
And does a catchup ever get behind;
Do cats wear shoes with their catsuit;
Does a catboat sink or floats;;
Catcall the caterer chatter-chatter-
Cats got yo tongue;
MEOW!
8/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Just how I wander
For them to wonder
The till's early, but my fill is still
I find the chaff play catch like infant staff-
This, a weight I wait
But, those beams fill my plate
It seems there be none
Not heart caterer, I'm one
Wanting in the space-
Can easily not please a face
But, that grin makes it all green
Even as I float
A corner I find to gloat
Harmonious win-loss
Lo, that giggle caught my eyes
Now, I speak of no isle
Think not of the pole
'Cause the cackles, my cheek 'twill poke
there was a caterer
hardly loved she was
flowers she harvested
and seeds of sorts too
stems of things as seeds
she picked and put in pans
to cook and satisfy her ego
soon famine built a nest
so special, so durable it was
humans, animals, plants
wept and cursed the life
as the land was devastated
to primitive life of agony
but the caterer laughed heartly
Best pickup line:
Are you sure you're not a caterer, because I'd love to book you for dinner.
Reply:
No, but I'd love to feast anyway!
Best Pickup Line Contest by Judy Konos
On holidays I want a meal
That’s home-made through and through,
Composed from all the recipes
My mom and grandmas knew;
The preparations lovingly
Created in the kitchen
(Although, to be quite honest,
There might be a little *****in’).
The shopping, chopping, mixing, blending
All become a part
Of memories of days gone by
That live within the heart.
It sure would be a lot less work,
Luxurious, indeed,
To have a caterer drop by
With all the food you need.
Yet what I’d miss the most would be,
Though not in terms of taste,
Ingredients intangible,
Not easily replaced.
Eight million years ago
In the mountains of Peru
Solanum tuberosum,
Common ‘spud’ to me and you,
Was discovered by a native,
This I tell you for it’s true
There is nothing a potato cannot do.
This may come as a surprise -
From the continent of China,
Where they grow McDonald’s fries,
To the coast of California
To be served in Eddie’s Diner,
To the caterer, what a prize !
There is nothing a potato cannot do.
They’re so versatile you know
And so popular on trips,
Fast-food’s greatest dish ‘to go’,
Whether pommes frites, fries or chips
All the children love them so –
Put some inches on your hips !
There is nothing a potato cannot do.
Whether roasted, mashed or boiled
Dauphinoisse or yet, sauté,
Mighty sobering when well oiled,
The potato rules OK !
A reward when hard you’ve toiled –
Eat some taties every day,
There is nothing a potato cannot do.
Subterranean tubers bold,
All around the world are found
And in every country sold –
These guys really get around,
One day global power to hold
They wait quietly underground,
For there’s nothing a potato cannot do.
Hard headed, hard working, leader
January third's your day dear brother
Leave off the booze, clarity
Best for all, sobriety
Hot blooded bachelor needs caterer.