Vegetables were going into striped bowl at a record pace.
Tomato, celery, onion and carrot began a foot race.
Onion and radish rolled around and around the rim.
Las Vegas lemons and rutabagas slid right on in.
Broccoli wanted in on the action too.
I saw parsley slipping in with an old soft shoe.
What are we making? The veggies asked me at last.
I had no idea, it had happened so fast.
strawberry and raspberry both tried to sneak in.
You are not veggies! I said, grabbing them by their chin.
A salad? A fruit cake? A fajita or what? They asked.
I had no idea, but here came an egg, and it was masked.
Categories:
fajita, food,
Form: Rhyme
Hahaha I'm bored I'm waiting for a friend
all that i want is for her school day to end
but for now I'm going to tell you something dumb that doesn't make sense
so i want to know if you're ready for this
heres random things that i just want to say
because I'm so bored so I'm doing this either way
you are obviously bored too if you want to hear this nonsense
cause really this is all I'm going to put
a Barbie doll a chicken and a book that's real good
a fajita a pencil and the place where i live is called the hood
Sara my friend a keyboard and a mouse
a big mansion a shack and those are what i would call a house
i make no sense i know this thank you and a hoodie i see that is the color blue
my imaginary friend bob and his friend named bobert
a pain that you get is what i like to call hurt
this is the end so now i am done
yeah that's right i said it schools out and i won!!
Categories:
fajita, children, funny, imagination, schoolfriend,
Form: I do not know?
Do not talk like that. Read my mind. I'm giving you my attention-all of my attention.
Kudos to you.
I am anxious. Tomorrow is coming soon. I will be exhausted. My daughter is
perfect.
Thunder. My favorite weather is outside my window. Tonight? In a dream? I've got
to tell you something.
A handle. Captain. They are white, not black. Volume is getting turned down.
Blonde vs. brown. Past vs. present. Flaws are almost here. Not yet though. Hold
your breath.
Now breathe. Past is in the past. Words are now. Dry throat. Weed free, what a
shame. Don't miss it a bit.
Hungry. Still, no pot. Still don't miss it. My daughter is perfect. Tired.
Steak, filet. Chicken, fajita. Shrimp, pasta. Tilapia, grilled. Wine, red, merlot. Beer,
Miller light. Liquor, give me a beer.
Crazy hair. Needing a massage, now. No, yesterday. Hungry. Not fair.
You are beautiful. Period. Talk to me. Voice. Sexy. Hair, looks fine. Outfit, looked
good. Sorry. Complimented too late.
Hungry. Anxious. Tired. Sore. Thirsty. You. Gorgeous. My daughter is perfect.
Categories:
fajita, daughter, food, friendship, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse