The bottle pours too fast,
gold-green streaks darkening the wood.
It smells like something honest,
I wipe it clean
before anyone notices.
Sardines in olive oil
A shop in Lisbon exclusively sold sardines
this interested me since my Norwegian mother
had worked at a factory selling tinned sardines
I asked if they had sardines from other country
they didn't but told me in tinned bacalao they
cod fish came from Norway
I noticed sardines in olive oil with the year the tin
was made, began from 1905 to 2024
but the years from 1930 to 1943 were missing
I asked why, but no one knew, I think no one had
noticed the gap
The staff at the shop, when I told them about
my mother was charmed and gave me a couple
of sardine tins from 1944
.
someone call
a medic
popeye
slipped in the
tub
For Donald Trump did Popeye vote
Olive Oil squealed, "Why, you old goat!"
Trump is not the best
Called me, 'Ms. Flat Breasts'
Popeye snickered, "Olive, don't gloat."
Popeye
Loves Olive he makes her sigh
Passion endures it will not die
Spinach the key don't ask why.
Olive Oil
Fell sick with humongous boil
She almost shook off this mortal coil
Popeye went cuckoo her death he did foil.
Poetry Contest
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by
Joseph May
05/09/2021
Cartoon Public Domain
You asked if we could both eat healthier
And I was not excited in the least
I tried the kale and beets; they weren't for me
Quinoa and tofu taste a lot like air
I knew you got frustrated as I smirked
You might think to yourself "Is he for me?"
I knew I'd have to try again for you
The next time we made lunch I took the lead
The jar of sandwich spread that I revealed
It made you smile and look me in the eye
The mayo-nnaise was made with olive oil
Less calories and saturated fat
We spread it on the bread from multi-grains
I said the special words; you knew I cared
"...with Olive oil". You said, "I love you too."
Extra Virgin Olive Oil
I bought her a valley of flowers
Expressing her exquisite beauty
I bought her a factory of chocolates
Expressing my assembled desires
I bought her an extra large diamond
Expressing mine devotion
As the dusk turned to daylight
The newspapers vendors out on the corner shouted!
Extra extra
Read all about it!
The phone rang
Her sweet voice filled my heart
She said in her seductive melodic whisper
Extra extra read olive about it
I lied!
yam yam I went to the store to buy six eggs
and twelve cans of club soda
campari tomatoes smiling at me
I love my negroni and can make a mean martini
spinach came along to make a tortilla
mariposa a butterfly
walking the street with my bag
they chant we love your tattoos
nothing like the **** we see today
Can I make love with you
calmly like a waterfall,
a moon wrought in live coals
between the palms of Gypsies.
Moon – in my bed
the olives are blooming.
And behind the door – a shadow.
Pure Virgin Olive Oil
good for the heart
what a healthy start!
Copyright McCuen 2009