Rainbow trout, rainbow trout so long and stout
Dancing at the end of my curved small hook
So excited I'll jump round and shout
Then for handsome baby Johnny I'll cook
Green-eyed baby Johnny will dine just fine
He will have applesauce on his left side
Hushpuppies fried, grapes from garden's vine
Then slowly to sleepy-land he will glide
February 28, 2023
For Eve
I have a son who is so stupid that I want to give him a slap.
He wanted hushpuppies and I said "We got no time for that crap!!"
I'm Buford T. Justice and I'm a Bubblegum machine.
I'm the best sheriff that the state of Texas has ever seen.
I've been chasing a man who calls himself The Bandit.
He frustrates me so damn much that I can't stand it.
I've tried and tried but he's somebody that I can't catch.
He drives 110 miles per hour, I've finally met my match.
When I starred in the 3rd Bandit movie, the Bandit turned out to be fake.
My idiotic son and I will catch the real Bandit no matter what it takes.
Not a true vacation just an afternoon away from home and have lunch out of town. All along the wayside the lushness of summer spread out verdantly on each side of the road. Tall pines and mixed hardwood interrupted only by country roads and powerlines. An occasional home or a little community with neat yards looking well watered.
thick cumulus clouds
cover the summer's blue sky..
deceptive cover
No rain on the way down just a warm summer afternoon spent enjoying seeing nature.
Arriving at the restaurant chosen to eat a meal. Newly remodeled seafood place. Freshly painted, new flooring and decorations. Extremely nice people working in comfortable surroundings. Food ordered while waiting drinks served with hushpuppies quite greasy.
Then a fresh garden salad which looked and tasted good to go with the cool glass of Sprite..
broiled fish arrive with
overpowering odor...
non-deceptive
I am sure that not all of these restaurants are that bad..The picture is not of the one at which we ate.
Inspired by Scott Thirtyseven's Haibun contest
Written: July 25, 2015
vacant distant stare
severed head gasping for air…
hushpuppies to share
Down home cooking is the thing to know.
Baking,frying and cooking food real slow.
Going to pot luck suppers and a bake sale.
Frying up some hushpuppies and pulling fish
from a pail.
Mom's soups and stews are the best they can be.
She'll dip you up some and served with a glass of ice tea.
Our feeling's go into the food we cook.
The food's so good cause of the time we took.
Sometimes we put a chicken into a pot.
Throw in some dumplins that was what granny taught.
Desserts are the best there all homemade.
Laying under a big oak tree sipping lemon-aid.
Home grown melon by the slice.
It's so good it makes you think twice.
If your hungry stop and try a taste.
Our foods so good you won't want to waste.
There's chocolate gravy and sweet potato pie.
Beans and chili that makes you say my oh my.
Bisquits and bread made fresh everyday.
We learned to do the canning granny's way.
So come on by and grab something to eat.
Down home cooking is such a treat.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Brian
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