Short Cornmeal Poems
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Butter, sugar, honey, eggs
Salt, flour, cornmeal
Mix in baking powder too
Don’t forget the milk
Green peppers and corn
Bake and eat
Yum
If sunrise sat on a dish-
should this be your wish-
hope for golden dough, mellow
spheres of cooked cornmeal
sunk in okra slosh
tomato
skies
Pork, cornmeal, chicken broth, thyme
Salt, pepper, flour
Bake, freeze, cool, slice to slow cook
Flour, season, fry
Toast, tea, and fried eggs
marmalade
Ah!
Sliced green tomatoes in a
Cornmeal batter full
Of succulent cooking herbs
Fresh from my garden
Fried in olive oil
A southern
Thrill!
Tasty tidbits of pepper
Jack snuggled blankets
Of seasoned cornmeal and fried
With a creamy dip
For coating makes a
Luscious snack,
Wow!
Tasty tidbits of pepper
Jack wrapped sweaters on
Seasoned cornmeal coat and fry
With a creamy dip
Tasty coating makes
A great snack,
Wow!
Fresh cornmeal battered catfish
Deep fried with corn and
Smoked potato and wheels of
Tomato’s served up
With sweet tea and mint
Marvelous
Thrill!
Tomatos,medium green
bacon drippings,lean
cornmeal,coated on both sides
Seasoned with pepper
Alabama fried,
Whistle stop
Mean !
Acknowledgements to, in this tribute to novelist Fannie Flagg
"mush" means go to the sturdy huskies in the Yukon
mush made of cornmeal I fry up and slater syrup on
mush is great to use in a poem, a chameleon without a blush.
she rhymes with hush, shush, gush, lush, and definitely rush.
I am rooting for Snidely Whiplash
Tie up sweet Nell and give her a gnash.
Silly Dudley Do-Right
Simply isn’t that bright.
Snidely, turn him into cornmeal mash.
Good villain, it is your turn to win.
Wipe off Dudley Do-Right’s ridiculous grin.
Leave her on the tracks
With their clickety clacks
Follow me, Whiplash. Do I hear an Amen?
my daddy loved corn meal mush
mommy didn’t, she had eaten too much of it
during the depression of the thirties
I watched him cook it
because I loved daddy
he gave me a taste
with butter and maple syrup
now I loved corn meal mush too
I can hardly ever find it
but I will never forget the sweet gritty taste
and how much my love for it tickled my daddy
Cat food in the kitchen
Bird seed down the hall
Dog food on the back porch
Giraffe food against the wall
We live in a zoo, a menagerie
With opossums and one snake
There is no place I would rather be
Having pets for us is no mistake
Cornmeal for squirrel with fluffy tail
Come visit us, we should charge you a fee
Buffalos arrive daily in the pony express mail
We are loving these animals, husband and me.
It's a proud family tradition
Here in the hills of Tennessee
My grand daddy brewed White Ligntin
And my daddy, before me.
It's just Cornmeal, water and yeast
Brewed in the family still.
Them revenuers can't find the place
They probably never will.
Don't drink it down, you sip it slow
It kicks like a stubborn ole mule.
There's a reason it's called White Lightnin
Some folks call it fuel.