Tuna Fish Poems

Was it tuna?

The world in black and blue,
no visible outline, the colors 
blur. Headlights bright red,
and the people covered
in smoke as I stand in the back-
alley surrounded by old graffiti  
stains and a half eaten tuna fish
sandwich. The alley cats
devour the carcass leaving
the bones and eyes behind.
I look at the eyes and I see  
my mother pan frying 
batches of leftover
salmon, a once in awhile
treat, then back to smelly
tuna daily. I give my mom 
credit, her cooking skills
mask the awful aroma just
enough for me to eat with
ease. I still wonder what 
mystery meat I ate back
in high school, looked like
tuna, smelled like beef but
tasted like chicken. I get up
and leave to a corner
bodega shop where they sell
beer and passable pepperoni 
pizza for a late night snack.
Then I chill at the coin laundry 
shop next door, I should’ve 
brought earphones with me.

Holiday Fun

    Christmas Celibration :  Dear  Santa
    Tp play Carol in sweet Sonata.
                ringing jingle bell :
                 Reindeer to wag tail.
    Music Band coming from Atlanta.

     We can remember, just on last year,
     your favorite sledge puller reindeer
                 asked for new collar.
                  It took one dollar
      That will fit on his neck : Am I clear ?

      Arranging lunch with sweet - spicy dish,
      spaghetti, also fried tuna fish.
               Dessert sumptuous.
               Nice fruits, delicious.
    Dear Santa , with deer you will  relish.

Tuna Fish, Beer and Seed

As a child, men of science warned me 
about the coming of a second ice age. 
They flashed pictures of stomping mastodon 
hungry saber tooth cats
and giant sloths with enormous claws.
I listened closely and was frightened 
but I was all in and took quick action.
I learned how to build an igloo 
by stuffing snow into hollow plastic blocks.
I sharpened the end of dozens of sticks
to battle the giant cats and mastodon.

Now, Bill Nye, Mr. Gore and Hanoi Jane
are warning me of imminent global warming 
and biblical flooding rarely seen.
I'm taking them seriously.
So, I'm stockpiling tuna fish, beer and seed. 
and building a tiny arc just for three
as I'll never have two of everything.
There's only the cat, an olive-eyed dove and me.

Marie Catwonette

Marie Catwonette said “let them eat cake”
She has no concept for goodness sake
That some cats scrimp and claw and fight
For alley scraps, which is their right.

Marie Catwonette was born with a golden spoon
In a warm bed of feathers, against an autumn moon
She dines on tuna fish sandwiches and such.
Wondering not about about others who don’t have much.

Marriage, Food, Babies and Such

Tuna fish
  is quite the dish
   the first nine months of marriage

  After that, it's baby food
  but do not fret
  It wets the diaper
    ~ not the carriage

Like a Lioness Stalking

My cat sat on the window seat
Tail thumping with a rhythmic beat
Like a lioness stalking meat
A bird to eat        A bird to eat

Oh, no you don't, my sweet kitty
That raven is much too gritty
You'd be hurt. Oh, what a pity!
You're too pretty    You're too pretty

I'll give you a treat, if you wish
With the flavor of tuna fish
I'm certain you'll find it delish
It's in your dish    It's in your dish

She ran, making her 'meow' sound
Straight for the kitchen, she was bound
With lightning speed of a greyhound
Her cat food downed   Her cat food downed

I found her later, sound asleep
In peaceful dreams, she slept so deep
or she'd have heard the fledgling's "peep"
Of a bird's cheep    Of a bird's cheep



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TUNA FISH 
WISE-ASS SOPHOMORE

Summers of '80

I remember:
Our red dodge with a hood

Where we would camp in back
With a box of cereal - Cheerios
My little arm all the way'n
Eating little round o's
With small chubby fingers

The truck reminiscent 
of my childhood in the '80s

Parked in a camping spot
With all our stuff in tow
Stretching our legs outside
Deep breathes in, deep breathes out
Of the lovely countr' air

A small walk to the creek
Where we went through the dam
Down around to the falls

In our bags a small meal
tuna fish 'n' chips with dip
And a jug of Kool-aid

We would laugh we would swim

The sun was happy to
Gleefully shine in our eyes
In the summers of '80

Tuna Fish People

the clever ones are tightening nets
'round the neck of the masses 
who
swim in the mist of
overconfidence
under a flimsy umbrella called faith  

but the blood net is closing fast
soon the masses will panic   
thrashing into one another
like mad stars swirling in
then devoured
by massive black holes
called deception

they'll be winched onto the deck
hooked -then stripped of amendments
steaked -put on display
buried in mass graves

extinction being the final stage 

their obit will read; 
lived freely until death stripped them of their
APATHY.

Lunch Hour Redemption

A mercury-free tin of tuna fish
  bolted down, gagging all the way
To the accompaniment of gossipy lips
  a revolting noon hour this hot day

A walk inside COVID's masked prison
  did not appeal to me either
Tossed the tin in the can with a certain elan
  Farewell, tuna fish; unleashed, my inner Tarzan

Grape Dog

Grape Dog
‘Like a grape?’
There was a dog that ate grapes
The dog was happy eating them
For they tasted so sweet
Especially the black ones
So wonderfully yummy

They were small and seedless
Disappearing with a bite
And a couple of chews
Into the dog’s belly
This was real life

And the dog was a one off
Totally unique in her ways
Any other dog would die
After eating a single grape
Not half a pound of them
Normal dog food was bland

Not even tuna fish
Or chicken breast
Got a sniff or lick
It was only grapes

Now the dog dozed in the sun
Her belly full and hunger gone

She’d sleep all day
Then run and play
And eat some more
She was the grape dog

With a purple head
Red body with lilac spots
Green feet and a blue tail
A rather cool one off
Grape eating dog



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Christmas Visit of Santa Claus on 2020

         Christmas Visit of Santa Claus on 2020

      Being confused Santa Claus called  Reindeer
      ‘Will we visit Earth on Christmas this year?
       Or for the pandemic, programme to postpone!
       But I have  booked the hotel Sheraton.'

        Mrs. Santa Claus told ‘Dear, Yes: You should.
        Earthly people rejoicing festive mood.
        We will put mask sure, over and above
        to wear long attire , using thick gloves. 

         Reindeer appreciated and said ‘I do pledge
         I am always ready to pull your sledge.
          But you must buy for me satin collar
          That will cost only eleven dollars.'

         Mrs.Claus will be busy to shop and bake
          Variety of cookies, sweets and candy cake.
           I will accompany her just to relish
            sumptuous beverage with fried tuna fish.

Trying Something New

A baby elephant arrived at my door,
I invited her in; having guests I adore.
Clutched in her trunk was a purple petunia,
I stifled a giggle; she looked very peculiar!

Swinging her trunk, she request some lunch,
I said “I don’t have much for you to munch”
Still, I ventured into my diminutive kitchen,
engrossed on an elephant feeding mission.
	
Sadly all my kitchen cupboards were bare,
and I couldn’t locate any jumbo sized fare.
Talullah then proffered six cans of tuna fish,
I found this bizarre, it was quite ludicrous!

She produced ten packs of dried spaghetti,
it appears small elephants are ever ready!
I cooked the spaghetti, piled it up in a dish,
she gobbled the lot and declared it delish!

Talullah requested if she could use the john,
and plodded to the toilet with great aplomb.
I hate to sound mean but she wasn’t petite
her bum wrecked my toilet and split the seat!

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10/22/18

Sandwich Sea

I went out sailing on Sandwich Sea
With my motley crew of make beliefs 
In a boat of pumpernickel with masts of cheese
Mustarding our courage  in a spreadable breeze

We watched peanut butter jelly fish swimming by
Along with a school of tuna fish on rye
But it was the salmon egg salad that caught my eye
When a storm of salt and pepper rained from the sky

Waves  of mayonnaise tossed us to and fro
Thinking we might sink in our breaded boat
Saved by a 12 inch sub that surfaced on that note
Helping the boys and me to stay afloat  

As they lettuce out of danger and set us free
No one spreading joy was happier than me
With my motley crew of misfit make beliefs
Sailing the high cheese out on Sandwich Sea

Stockpile

When I was growing up, one thing
I’d never understand
Was why my mother didn’t keep
Necessities on hand.

I’d find there was no ketchup
For my burger on its bun
And running out of tissues
Wasn’t really too much fun.

Suppose I wanted tuna fish
Or cheese on toasted bread,
Most likely I would have to find
A substitute instead.

It didn’t happen all the time
But just enough that I
Replace all items when they’re low
And that’s the reason why.

So when the toilet paper rolls
Are down to three or four,
I know it’s time to head outside
And buy a whole lot more.

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