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Hungry For Poetry

This week, I am hungry for poems about food. Food is such a universal topic to explore.  I have chosen a couple of poems from an unpublished anthology. 

These poems take a deliberatly irreverant look at the menu. We all have food experiences -some wierd, some wonderful. Here are  two poems to nibble on as an entree. 

Bon Appetit! 







ALL YOU CAN EAT


There’s a sign above the door

At the Maggoty Cat Café

Stating, if you can eat the menu

-Then you don’t have to pay.


The servings are substantial

They make that very clear

The waiters guide you to your seat

As they grin from ear to ear.


They start with tuna eye balls

Then bring you chicken feet

Bird’s nest soup and frog’s legs

A gourmandiser’s treat.


Next up, they serve wasp crackers

And rattlesnake they’ve fried

They finish up with jellied eels

With a large serve of Spam on the side.


Alan j Wright








MAVIS DINES OUT


Mavis had a little lamb

Then,she ate some cakes

Some Shepherd’s Pie,

A jug of milk,

And a bag of jelly snakes.


The people in the café

All feared she’d explode

But, she let out a monster burp,

And landed on the road.


Alan j Wright

It is once again Poetry Friday and our host this week is Irene Latham at 'Live Your Poem.'  Irene ponders among other things, the rationale for the placement of the last poem in an anthology. Thought provoking...

 



Comments

  1. How to resist the challenge at the Maggoty Cat Cafe, Alan? Be sure to read ALL the rules! The 2nd one, even funnier. That first line's double-meaning is hilarious! Thanks for the laughs!

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    1. So glad these words brought some laughs with them, Linda.

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  2. Alan, these are so fun! Food is always a great topic. I enjoyed the clever ending of Mavis’s experience. I think I may have actually eaten at The Maggoty Cat Café.

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    1. Thank you Tracey. And you're right about food being a great topic.

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  3. These are really fun poems-- thanks for the smile and for sharing!

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    1. My pleasure, Sarah. Smiles are always welcome.

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  4. Mavis had a little lamb. Love! And I know a kid or two whou would howl over the Maggoty Cat Cafe. What fun! Thanks for sharing. :)

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    1. Thanks Irene. It's fun to be a little irreverant now and then.

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  5. Thanks for the chuckles Alan! Delightful.

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  6. Yes! Bring on the silly. Oh, my goodness...I needed these giggles. Thank you, Alan. These are great.

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    1. The gigg;es de;iver. That pleases me immensely. All writers hope to evoke a response.

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  7. Love these poems!! I can imagine kids laughing hysterically at them. Only one reservation: Spam shouldn't be served up with those other icky"delights." Those of us from Hawaii love Spam, eat it often, and consider it an essential dietary staple. :)

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    1. Thank you Jama. I'm afraid I have a quite different view of Spam. It derives childhood expereinces with the dreaded stuff in a tin.

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  8. Haha, Mavis! She just needed to let a little air out. What would Mavis think of the Maggoty Cat Cafe? Maybe they would have met their match. Thanks for the chuckles, Alan.

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    1. Some interesting speculations there, Tabatha. Glad to deliver some chuckles.

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  9. Mavis' experience with food is hilarious. This reminds me of the hotdog contest fellows who eat until they win. Thanks for the laugh.

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  10. Alan, I wish this anthology were published! So much fun in the twists of reading these two. Would love to share this kind of poem collection with my grandkids.

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    1. I wish this anthology could find a publisher too, Patricia. Poetry publication in Australia provides thin pickings, unfortunately. Many publishers openly discourage it.

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  11. These are wonderful Alan, love your "A gourmandiser’s treat."—What a fun word! MAVIS DINES OUT reminds me of a Shel Silverstein poem, and what fun he would have illustrating it, thanks for all the smiles! ☺️

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    1. Thank you for your kind response, Michelle. Your comparison places my words in rare company. Glad to bring on smiles.

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  12. What fun, Alan! "she let out a monster burp, / And landed on the road" is such a great ending!

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  13. Thank you, Anastasia. Glad you liked the ending. A lot of fun was had in the making of these poems.

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