E. coli On the Rampage Again
By Elton Camp
Once again, bad cases of sickness from E. coli are seen
As before, it’s because our food supply just isn’t clean
It’s in animal feces we find these bacteria’s natural location
Thus, for them to be found on food should be rare aberration
Both all the health authorities and the public should have a fit
Because, to be utterly stark and crude, our food has what's unfit
This time it appears that vegetables from Europe are to blame,
But other foods from various countries have also been the same
The solution to this serious problem I am not able to supply
But eating changes and preparation techniques we might try
Unless vegetables we ourselves carefully grew & protected
To eat them without washing and cooking shouldn’t be elected
Meats can also be dangerous, especially if they’ve been ground
So we can cook them thoroughly, not just until they are browned
That the foods we must buy and eat are unsafe we shouldn’t fear
Hey there, governments, how about giving us a little help here?
When food begins to talk,
And veggies begin to walk.
See the time in the clock,
Then get ready to grab a fork.
Strawberry pie and her friends,
Keep on setting new trends.
A war between ice-creams and shakes,
And cake says I am ready to bake.
Then came the Boss of all-“CHOCOLATE”,
So everyone doubts their fate.
I think I will eat them all
Because I am standing at a free sample food stall!!!
On Serving Size
By Elton Camp
In the decades since I was a child,
I’ve seen serving sizes go so wild
From them being just barely enough
To enormous servings of their stuff
Somehow, it doesn’t seem right to me
A restaurant plate with enough for three
I like to feel that I got my money’s worth
But still not needlessly add to my girth
Of course, someone foolish this will call
“Hey, nobody is making you eat it all.”
But to waste food I was reared to hate
So it’s very hard to leave it on my plate
“Of starving kids in Africa you don’t care.
Otherwise, you’d eat—not leave it there.”
Our upbringing it is very hard to put aside
And by our parents’ counsel not to abide
Half the food at more than half the price
As a café offering I think would be nice
The restaurant’s profits would increase
And wasting food might actually cease
Burgers and fries are the best
shrimp with lemon zest.
Ribs smoked over hickory wood
fast food is so good.
Foot long coney dog
felt like a hog.
Hungry
05-06-11
Entered in Gwendolyn Rix"Fast food Epulaeryu"contest
Everybody knows that Chinese food is the most healthiest, tastiest food on the planet.
It's originally made in China. Their food is so delicious, it's like going to Beijing,
China. What I really love about Chinese food is when the Chinese Rastafarian serves a lot
of seafood, including shrimp, a lot of chicken, sushi, and beef. But what I really love
most of all is the Lo Mein noodles. The best part about being in a Chinese restaurant and
a Chinese buffet is when we're all eating Chinese food with chopsticks, especially when
we're eating some wonton soup and fried rice. Fortune cookies are the best part after a
Chinese meal, especially when he or she wants to know what his or her fortune is. And if
all Chinese restaurants and buffets were to stay open for a long time, then it's going to
be an Oriental feast for all.
Patiently they stand in a line
As it stretches a block or more
For the food doled out to homeless,
To the old, the young and the poor.
I wonder how each came to be
In that line that moves so slow.
Each person has his own story
Thought it’s one we may never know.
One perhaps a hard working man
With good job for whole adult life.
Who lost his job in recession.
He can’t care for children and wife.
Medicine costs have been so high
For the old man who has been ill.
He and his wife have no money
To buy food their hunger to still.
There may have been a disaster
That brought some to this sorry state.
Many are only a pay check away
From suffering very same fate.
I hope when elections are over
It matters not which side has won,
The congressmen will remember
There is a big job to be done.
Hunger in America should
Be first on the list not the last.
Long lines waiting for donated food
Must soon be a shame of the past.
For Paula Swanson's "Line" contest
5th place
I want to be a farmer but my soil is oh, so po –
We gathered up some chicken poo and spread it with a hoe.
We plowed the dirt, amended it and straightened every row.
Upon the soil we sowed the seed we bought to sow.
We had the visions in our heads of how the food would grow.
And that we would upon success the bounties bestow.
We planted some tomato plants to use in gumbo.
Too soon, they grew lanky with no fruit, and yellow.
The lettuce germinated but received a quick deathblow.
Beets were dwarfed above the ground no growth below.
Not like the visions in our heads of how the plants would grow.
With twenty beans of bounty eaten, we did not bestow.
I want to be a farmer that can watch her veggies flow.
Fresh food to serve at the table from our garden furrow
So, even though success was slim, I’ll remember my motto.
Try, try, and try again…forgetting disappointment and sorrow.
Renewed are visions in my head of how our food will grow.
We’ll pick a spot that has more sun, amend the soil and sow.
(INSPIRED BY: "If you want to be a farmer... "
Written by: Doris Culverhouse)
© July 10, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Chocolate is the key to my heart,
Chocolate is the food of love,
Chocolate is a food that comes in many forms,
Chocolate is the way to my heart,
It's sweet,has a zing to it,
Chocolate is undescribable,
I think im in love with chocolate: )
Maurice Mc Muffin ate nothing but stuffin’
He wouldn’t eat meat fruit or veg
His mother went potty it turned her quite dotty
And was tipping her over the edge, so
She thought up a plan to provide the young man
With food both nutritious and yummy
Using her skill and determined to fill
That unhealthy space in his tummy
In her kitchen domain she vowed to remain
Whilst weaning him off of his diet
Trying all recipes and hoping to please
And praying that he would just try it
One day she was cooking and when she weren’t lookin’
Young Maurice crept in through the door
He tasted some pud and he found it was good
Saying “Mum can I please have some more”
Mum jumped for joy because her little boy
Found some food that he wanted to eat
Now he’ll scoff anything that his mother can bring
As long as it’s sticky and sweet
Juan Mendez,
it was you,
during the
revolutionary war,
that first
created the Burrito.
You wanted to keep the
food warm
that you were taking,
on your donkey,
to your food stand in Mexico.
You wrapped it in a flour tortilla
and then a napkin.
You only put two food
combinations in each tortilla.
You did not call them burritos.
They were called a burritas.
No where in Mexico are they called burritos.
Some places call them tacos in your country.
Only in the US
are they called burritos.
I like food history.
Juan, I like your creation too!