Her Thanksgiving dinner was bland
When the turkey walked out holding her hand
The guest stood in shock
Of course she was mock
From Thanksgiving meals she was banned
Spicy chicken wings for dinner
I think seriously you'll want to reconsider
~ proposing bitesize toasted tomato sandwiches
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Even if invited, I wouldn’t have gone to a Charlie Kirk-hosted lecture dinner.
Like Jesus, I prefer to dine not with the righteous but with the sinner.
Besides, Charlie would not likely have invited me.
We're adherents to different sides of Christianity.
And only time will tell which one will be the winner.
Eating your leafy words
Is wise,
Not absurd,
Not a vitamin guise.
Sweet logorrhea of crimson carrots
And great golden potatoes
With blueberry beauties
Nibbling newborn walnuts.
Sage sachets invoke lucid lentils lore,
Rosy resonance forevermore.
The tastiest side salad awaits
With vanilla visions for all my mates.
I'm coherently linking leafy greens,
A poet's realm of vegetable things.
Linking lavender to raspberry resonance,
Merry mustard seeds, and petite pumpkins.
Starlit sunflower seeds are swirling
While the ivory cauliflower is boiling,
And raspberries on broomsticks baffle
The mischievous umber mushrooms.
Those who eat dinner with me
Will digest split pea poetry,
A discerning dinner with glee,
Filling our carefree cups with timeless tea.
Sumptuous and delicious epicurean spread
gourmet feast piled up a mile high
~ blissful delight with every bite
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
A wag of the tail
those big brown eyes staring at me
~ a reminder it's feeding time
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
This....
isn't just Beef Chuck Roast
With Peppers and Onions
And Sweet Potatoes, and Tzatziki Sauce.
It's a Big Bowl of Nostalgia.
It's a Bowl of Self Love.
It's a Bowl of My Mama's Voice
whispering, "Not too much salt, Shu Shu."
And Then
"If its one thing my girls can do...
they can cook."
It's a Big Bowl of Ancestral Pride.
It's a Bowl of History....
Inaccurately Passed Down
BUT THEN
Accurately Researched & Recorded.
It's a Bowl of Abundance....
It's a Flavored Bowl of Favor,
with a Heaping Helping of Grace.
It's.... a Blessing.
Randall the Rat, had fangs so pearly.
But, his bad temper, sang so surly.
Cat caged, spit out his food!
The Rat raged, shouted...Dude!
Just bite me!...and don't call me Squirrely!
Good day for Huckleberry Finn
sporting a big proud grin.
Cast and caught a real winner,
he's taking it home for dinner.
Garfield was with Jon,
sitting on the lawn.
Waiting for pizza to arrive,
sitting under a beehive.
Garfield and Jon,
took the pizza and were gone.
They left smoke in their wake,
dinner was pizza not steak.
Call me what you will
but no my name's not 'Bill'
so don't be such a silly billy
as to think I am a 'Willy'
and tho' you may say
“Here's what's his name'
to me it's all
one and the same
yet as I'm losing too much weight
have the need to feed
and don't dare be much thinner
I have one task to ask of you
please don't wait hesitate
or call me late for dinner
We sit and share blood the colour of wine
that ripples in glass on table which stretches
stretches stretches oceans between us. You’re
there but afar and I’m here but foreign. I wonder
what question you’ll ask me; what magnolia reply
I’d gouge out of the thinning air. Your hand flinches.
I’d invite you and your wife to dinner
but my wife’s cooking is, well, no winner.
I guarantee that after the first bite
my prediction will kill your appetite
and in short time you’ll be speeding
from your chair to the bathroom heaving.
But if like me you had to sit and eat until
your plate was clean of every morsel
piled on it no matter how distasteful
it appeared or how indigestible,
my advice you’ll find most practical:
wear your running shoes, spare the table.
DINNER’S A CHORE
Dinner, my turn, nothing in the fridge
Off to market, be gone a smidge
Car won’t start, battery’s dead
Jump it, full steam ahead
Old gossips in the aisle, won’t move aside
‘Scuse me’ I croon, but they get snide
Right back I get crass
Suggest they kiss my ass
Altho' fearless it was flightless
I do declare
and when it found itself earthbound
was the dodo despondent in despair
or even think
it would become extinct
if it knew it was in
deep doo-doo
somewhat akin
to the the missing link
unafraid of man
who thought them dumb
as they come on the quiet
an easy prey for sailors
a whole new different dinner diet
but there was nothing to be done
for suspiciously delicious
history they could never outrun
or ever leave Mauritius
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