My goodness, did I just eat that whole cake?
Perhaps I am dreaming-pinch
Nope, I’m awake
Pepperidge Farm you are so wrong
I didn’t realize my will power wasn’t that strong
Chocolate Fudge 3-layer deliciousness
Coating my taste buds with sweet flavors, so great
You just pull it out the box, no bake
Let it thaw, get comfy take off your bra
Grab a fork, paper towel and a plate
Seconds, turned to thirds I was in a cocoa zone
It was way too late
Quite odd, I didn’t even get a belly ache
What have I done for goodness sake
I literally ate an entire cake
Feelings of gluttonous guilt mixed with shame
Hmm, now that I look, the box is particularly small
Maybe it wasn't my fault after all
The manufacturer's packaging to blame
That’s gonna be my story, it's what I proclaim
Categories:
pepperidge, food, humor, silly, stress,
Form: Rhyme
Ice cream and water
Why, even bother
Cinnamon peanut, butter
Fresh churn collards
what is the purpose of man
Cooking in saucepans
On the stoves and. . .
candy under the iron
flavored running water, (nobody's trying)
who'd taught us?
taught us
Spring not a well
Floured fishes
Like golden fishes
Pepperidge Farm Goldfish
wHo placed the Carmel on the stove to long
Cause it burn, it's burn
Carmel left on the stove
what do you mean you didn't know
Honey Hut Cheerio's, Sugar Pop's oh! I meant Smacks
who'd taught us?
taught us
Spring not a well
Floured fishes
Like golden fishes
Pepperidge Farm Goldfish
Raisin Bran, Captain Crunch
Ice meltdown to water on the back porch
I didn't even call yo warm turn to boil
Faded brown orange tan sugar syrup
Leaves me with
without ashes. . .
Burnt Molasses
04/3/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
pepperidge, allusion, confusion, funny, imagery,
Form: Light Verse
Head bent
His eyes firmly fixed on the ground
Guitar in hand
There he goes
Trying to keep the biting winter’s wind
From nipping at his nose
Baby faced with a bouncing gait
Bob Dylan is walking the streets
Of Greenwich Village
It’s sometime in the late 1960’s
Now, I’m not saying that I’m old
But I remember those times
And when I close my eyes
It was just the other day
That the Village
Was a mystical portal
Of finger pickin’
Music and words that kept you thinkin’
Moonlit nights with lots of coffee drinkin’
And smiles of friends who are no longer singin’
‘cause they’ve gone far, far away
But these days
I can still hear their harmonies walking
Down the streets of Greenwich Village
Past the old Coffeehouses
That no longer have a name
Except for the ones we remember
And on those cold winter nights
When the wind blows chilly to the morning
I can hear
The clickety-clack
Of Bob Dylan’s boots
Walking around the 1960 streets
Of the Greenwich Village I once knew
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While I was writing this
A funny thought occurred to me
… it was this…
Who remembers?
Why Pepperidge Farms remembers
That’s who!
Categories:
pepperidge, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
Coconut Cake
Sometime there’s things I like to make
But I’ll always buy a Coconut Cake
In a box so neat and square
It’s white and light and filled with air
Melts in your mouth with cup of tea
And it’s not made by Sara Lee.
I take a slice, then just one more
The next I know I’ve totaled four
I walk away, with still some left
It calls my name till I am deaf
And so I say “Oh what’s the harm?”
This coconut cake by Pepperidge Farm
Categories:
pepperidge, food
Form: Rhyme
Forty years, Granddad had store.
Sold meat, ice cream, dry goods.
Meats made mighty fine sandwich.
He was old, bent over still
Doing his carving craft.
Had long-time customers. Some my
Dad delivered to them in his truck.
One customer Peg became Dad's lover
And second wife of seven. I loved her.
In winter Granddad sold Christmas trees.
All year long, I got a popcycle treat
And a quarter for a movie and popcorn.
The theatre was just down the street.
University town - Newark, Delaware.
Gram did bookkeeping while I read.
He also sold Pepperidge Farm bread.
When old, white building was torn
Down, became parkings spaces for
The University. A picture and an
Article in paper, I have in a box.
When I grew older had bagels with
Cream cheese, red onion and lox.
Categories:
pepperidge, childhood
Form: Narrative
it doesn't take a lot
to make some people happy
a midnight snack of goodies
with that, oh so sweet, cold milk
could be Malomars,Fig Newtons,
or those yummy chocolate covered
Ring-Dings......
just a small sampling of how
sometimes these small wonders
help us deal with bigger things...
my favorite is the milk, perhaps with
a Pepperidge Farm cookie too...
oh, the Gods were so generous
when they created such as these anew,
sometimes I barely remember
the late evening goodie raid
it's the tell-tale chocolate stains
on my pillow, or sheets where I had laid
that brings it back to me
the price that now must be paid
laundry a day earlier than planned,
another diet quickly canned,
how come I can't stand
the thought of my choclate covered hand
so tonight I hope I strand...
those devilishly delicious treats grand
should I tie myself to the bed?
and let an elf get them for me instead?
all right, this sweet talk is now done
say, I wonder about that bear-claw bun......
Categories:
pepperidge, adventure, food, funny, imagination,
Form: Burlesque