Food packaging was once simple.
Ketchup came in a glass bottle
with a small cap that you unscrew.
Now we have plastic package new.
Man’s cleverness comes to the fore
to give ketchup a novel pour.
What clever gadgets we are sold
but there are details we’re not told.
Just the right squeeze is critical
from plastic bottle flexible.
Now if it’s straight out of the fridge
you must squeeze hard to get a squidge.
Then it should be allowed to breathe,
inhaling just from underneath.
But if you overlook this part
the next squeeze with a splat will start
and all around receive a share
as bright red splatters everywhere.
So next time with plastic ketchup
give it breathing time to catch up.
Over a bridge
and past a bright green meadow
appeared a little squidge
an angry monstrous short little fellow
"Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"
He jumped and he whelped
screaming such strange things
he motioned, and he dotioned, and he complepleded
"Let us go and sing of kings and rings...
Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"
So I went where he motioned
under the bridge and into his cavy fridge
where he said he makes his devotions
and as I tripped on a wire, he smiled a smidge
"Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"
Soon I realized I could not get up
over me had fallen a net
and there before me- bones in a pileup
I knew this the end, my gullibility my regret
A quiet nearing voice behind began to windup...
"Come, Come my Sesame Balanja,
Follow me to my CrossjaKanga!"
Contest: Inky Dinky Parlay Voo Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Caren Krutsinger
Poem Name: Sesame Balanja
Date: March 7, 2020
The President was woke by his generals
a message hard to understand,
their nuclear missiles had all turned to chocolate
in silos all over the land.
The warheads, once fissile uranium
or Hydrogen, ten megatons
now smelt like fresh brownies or steaming Cocoa
and the same thing applied to all guns.
The bullets were all made of candy,
they'd have to be kept in a fridge,
put in a gun belt they would all start to melt
and when fired, just hit with a squidge.
The bombers and tanks now were useless,
the soldiers were all unemployed,
all demobbed, free to roam with their families at home
making up for hours they'd not enjoyed.
You can't win a war with a cutlass,
machete, a hatchet or knife,
so the Nations all paused and agreed to end wars
and then happily got on with life.
Now, okay this tale maybe pure fiction,
could God pull off this stunt? Yes he can,
but to love or to kill he gave us all free will-
he has left the choices down to Man.