That Salad Went Right Through Me
I've always wanted to write a poem called
“That Salad Went Right Through Me”.
And I would wager upon its best destiny:
To begin with, there is the Universal Theme--
For who has not gurgled around a conference table
at half past the last radish scrap?
Who, once stalled, has not
persistently punched the flusher
to muffle the borborygmus din?
But on a loftier note, I prefer
to think of my paean emblazoned
in the annals of first line indexes,
where, as one wanders lonely as a cloud
over dactyls and tropes,
“That salad went right through me”
trots right off the page
demanding a fervid flip to its leaf.
And future discourse plied at workshops,
and other such rarefied privies of poesy
might thusly include:
"Did you write a poem for the class today?"
Yes...“That Salad Went Right Through Me”
"Well then, you should consider the cheesecake."
Categories:
flusher, assonance, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
I want a man just like Dad
So to find him let me start by saying
He is one of a kind so it will be hard to find
He worked on construction sites all my life he has a dirty mouth but not around his wife
Dad told six of us girls that men are like turds
They smell, and some are long and skinny and some are short and fat
In life some are sinkers and some are floater
steer clear of those girls
in life go for the double flusher
he is the kind that just when you think he is down and out
you can hear him pop right back in again
Now Dad gave this advice to all of us you see
I know I have been single most all my life looking for a TURD without blow flies
Tricia Bernard 6/19/2015
The Interview
Categories:
flusher, conflict, dad, humorous, imagery,
Form: Prose
Life is like a giant toilet bowl
and we are all turds floating on life's hiway
this toilet bowl flushes every time a relationship changes
a new turd floats in
sometimes the old one pops right back up between
the two of the two new turds and cause alot waves to push them apart
but if they can float around it they can make their back and are stronger for it
but if not they float a way now a double flusher is what a turd wants
cause when you think about it a turd that goes down and stays gone a little while
when you miss them and think you will never see them again there they
just like and old friend they pop right back up and you are so glad it it like they
never left you like an old turd only no smell ain't that swell
Categories:
flusher, age, analogy,
Form: Ballad