This week I am dining out on food poems. A topic quite generously served up within my world of words.
The first poem is quite old. I wrote it more than forty years ago. The second poem is more recent. In between these poems there are countless other food poems I've dined out on. Bon appetite!
SOGGY BEANS IN MY JEANS
Auntie Bess I must confess
I didn’t eat my greens
When you got up to get dessert
I hid them in my jeans
I then walked home to my place
As quiet as a mouse
My pockets full of soggy beans
Until I reached my house
Well, that was many years ago
And I was just a kid
And still, I don’t like soggy beans
-I Never Ever Did!
©Alan j Wright
JUST A SMIDGE
I shall break off a tiny piece of this biscuit
A morsel
A smidge
Enough to tantalize and tease my tastebuds
Something this sweet and delicious
Requires delicate nibbles
At the very edge
Just to make it last a little longer.
This taste tempting treat
Must be eaten slowly,
Deliberately
No greedy pig slices for me
Oh no
So it’s just a smidge
A morsel-
Nibble
Nibble
Nibble
All the way
To the last
Delicious
Tiny
Crumb.
©Alan j Wright
Love them both, especially how the reader enacts the nibbling actions in "Just a Smidge"!!! Hope you are working on a collection of food poems because these are deliciously humorous! Thanks for sharing!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mona. Your comments make me smile. Quite ironically I do have my food poems collected in an unpublished anthology. Poetry publications are thin on the ground in Australia, unfortunately. Publishing are risk averse with children's poetry. I am sustained by your response though.
DeleteAlan! Have you seen Eric's call for humorous poetry yet? https://sillysociety.org (Mona)
DeleteThanks for the alert, Mona. I shall investigate...
DeleteI feel that way about soggy Brussels sprouts - and the joy of being a grown-up is that no one can make me eat them, ever again!
ReplyDeleteBrussel Sprouts require a lot of care and preparation to pass the taste test, so like you Jane, I am wary of them. One of the benefits of attaining adult status is certainly choice of what to eat. Mind you, our tastes often change as we grow. There are foods I now embrace that once caused me angst, like broccoli.
DeleteHa! These are delightful and your first poem reminds me of a time when I was a child, having dinner at my grandmother's house. She served canned peas, which I HATED, so I scarfed them quickly, to get the ugliness over with. She assumed I loved them so immediately gave me a second helping. :D So thoughtful of her, and so terribly wrong, lol.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the feast of food poems today, Alan!
Thank you, Karen. Yes, those childhood food aversion stories are burned into our conscious memory. I can understand your dislike for canned peas.
DeleteThanks for the smile from both of your poems, Alan. I can especially relate to "Just a Smidge"
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Rose. Glad they elicited smiles.
DeleteHi foodie Alan. Appreciations for providing the smiles we all desperately need. I am smitten with the green beans story poem. I was never as smart as you, I hid my unwanted veggies from my mouth into the paper napkin when I coughed, until that fabric napkin [ who had fabric napkins in those days except royalty & we weren't royal]] at a relative's house got me in trouble. I feel everyone appreciates the Light you're giving us here here this weekend - we need it! your fan, jan
ReplyDeleteThank you Jan. Your positive response to my foodie feast delivers me souful energy. Love your own particular food story. My wife secreted food in a vase of flowers when her mother left the room. All great responses to our respective food nightmares. I shall endeavour to bring more light to the gatherings...
DeleteHa ha! Forty years cannot make soggy beans more appealing. That poem still stands up. Our daughter lived in the UK for a time and we have a running discussion about cookies and biscuits in this house. I love that there is just a smidge of biscuit tasted.
ReplyDeleteAh, the cultural divide over biscuits and cookies. In Australia, I grew up with biscuits, alwaays biscuits. I temporarily adjusted to cookies when living in the US, but have reverted back since returning home. Glad you enjoyed the tastings I shared. I continue to nibble my biscuits in smidges...
DeleteWhat a contrasting pair of poems! I giggled at the way the nibbles whittled both the treat and the poem down to a single crumb!
ReplyDeleteGreat to giggle now and then, Mary Lee. Thanks for your kind remarks.
DeleteOne of the most important jobs of a pet dog is for her to eat your soggy peas when no one's watching :)
ReplyDeleteLove that poem, Alan!
Such valued additions to our families, Patricia. Woof!
DeleteAlan these are wonderfully delicious! Love your SOGGY BEANS IN MY JEANS reminds me of "George and Martha" by James Marshall and George pouring the pea soup into his loafers. Thanks for all the smiles in your poems! 🥰
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle. Glad to bring some smiles. Shall check out your reference.
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