Here are three poems I’ve written for Tricia’s Monday Poetry Stretch--Food for Thought.
I sink my teeth in
Savoring succulent flesh
Juice dribbling down my chin
Eating my way down
To a broad green grin
On my plate
a mountain of spaghetti
strewn with meatball boulders
oozing tomato lava
soon to be blanketed in a blizzard of cheese…
pass the Romano, please!
I bet you didn’t know that Jack--of beanstalk fame--used some of the gold he stole from the giant to open a bistro in Fairy Tale Town! Jack would like to describe one of the blue plate specials he serves daily.
Our fresh-picked beans are GIANT-size.
They come with golden eggs and fries,
Three bowls of moles and scaly skinks,
And fee-fi-fo-fum sausage links.