tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post7684953044584867468..comments2023-11-03T03:49:08.187-05:00Comments on Where Poetry Goes to Die: A Poem About Food (starring the letter W)W.B. Picklesworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-61018719651854002722011-08-03T14:26:15.643-05:002011-08-03T14:26:15.643-05:00this one really made me laugh!this one really made me laugh!Librarian Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09303259167646326409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-22151699443273796492011-07-31T08:14:14.543-05:002011-07-31T08:14:14.543-05:00Honda, eh?
I'm not opposed.
Though not sure
Th...Honda, eh?<br />I'm not opposed.<br />Though not sure<br />The case is closed.<br /><br />Mass. or Conn?<br />N.H. or Maine?<br />Either way<br />Be free from rain.W.B. Picklesworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03187309512838841997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590457662412508233.post-45503028263848544532011-07-31T04:33:04.962-05:002011-07-31T04:33:04.962-05:00It is quiet as I read your poems
The birds just st...It is quiet as I read your poems<br />The birds just starting to wake<br />The cool air rolls off the pond<br />A baby stirs next door<br /><br />We've returned to New England<br />For waffles, walnuts, and wieners<br />Family, friends and fellowship <br />The pond breaths life <br />____________<br />P.S. HondaJohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10361837738099549106noreply@blogger.com