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 Quite ironically I do have my food poems collected in an unpublished anthology.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.
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!
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