Saturday, July 30, 2011

A Poem About Food (starring the letter W)

When waffles kill and maim and steal
The whole world wonders what to do.
Whether better just to wail
Or whack the waffles into goo?
While wayward food will often test,
By forcing on us witch's brew,
We needn't roll to its request,
Lest we make choices we will rue.


John said...

It is quiet as I read your poems
The birds just starting to wake
The cool air rolls off the pond
A baby stirs next door

We've returned to New England
For waffles, walnuts, and wieners
Family, friends and fellowship
The pond breaths life
P.S. Honda

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Honda, eh?
I'm not opposed.
Though not sure
The case is closed.

Mass. or Conn?
N.H. or Maine?
Either way
Be free from rain.

Lone Wolf said...

this one really made me laugh!