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A Note for My Grandma (Left in her Kitchen) by Greg Pincus
Cookies are not safe near me: Temptation is my foe. I see a cookie? Eat, eat, eat! I try to stop... but no. My worry for poor cookies’ health Is very real, and so... Since cookies are not safe near me That’s why I ate your dough.
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Hi Greg, I am a fan from MM Poetry with Ed. Met Ed and Allan and April at IRA in Chicago. Great to meet Ed in person! Your poem reminds me of William Carlos Williams and his plums. Yours gets to the heart of childhood. But woe is me, now we have to worry about salmonella!! How many times will they figure out ways to stomp on the fun of childhood and life? Love your site and your poetry shares of all stripes. Janet F. OOOOO maybe Ed will want to use salmonella in a poem next year. A word of caution to all poets, he will have a year to come up with these words. What fun. I am a (newly retired) teacher and looking for ways to incorporate MMpoetry in school and spread the word to more teachers. (I now volunteer and consult about using poetry as part of daily life in the classroom, I maintain its benefits are HUGE, but you must know that already.)
Ha! Fun poem, and I love these comments, too. The poor plums, and now, cookie dough. (And I hadn't thought about the fact that Ed will have so much time to figure out new words to torture, I mean, tempt, us with for MM '13.) Tanita's spot-on about Grandma's response, I'm sure... ;0)
Thanks, y'all. This poem actually has some March Madness inspiration - I believe it was the word "temptation" that appeared in round one of that fine contest... and ended up here. And yeah, I think Grandma's return note might not be as kind :-)
So, as I was reading & loving your poem, I am reminded of a time when our dog did eat the dough, really! We had no one to send a note to, just made sure the dog was outside because he became quite sick. We watched the dough carefully after that. I like the way you presented by protecting the cookies, always a good idea!
Greg -- this is great. It was even funnier the second time when I slowed down my reading and actually envisioned the kid writing out the note, leaving it on the table, and then walking out of the room without a hint of guilt.
Linda, I assure you, this is all about protecting the cookies. And that is why, Ed, there is not a HINT of guilt involved. Not that this is in any way a true story, mind you. I'm just projecting!
I walked in the kitchen and there was your cake. I know, Mom, it took you the whole day to make. Its beautiful frosting was something to see. If you said “it’s perfect!”, I’d have to agree. But then something happened, though I’m not to blame -- ‘Cause Mom, it’s the truth, the cake called me by name! I said “please stop talking,” but still it called out. I heard that cake plead. Heard it beg. Heard it shout. So I did what it wanted. I sure won’t deny it – I tasted its frosting in hopes of some quiet. I started out slowly -- one finger, that’s all. The line that I made in the frosting was small. Then it begged and it whimpered and asked me for more…. So I pulled out a spoon from the silverware drawer. I shouted “One mouthful. That’s it! Not another.” But then the cake said “I’ll just call for your brother.” Well, you know he’s so young he’d come in on the double. He’d mess up that cake, and he’d be in such trouble. That seemed so unfair, and because I respect him, I kept right on eating. I had to protect him! I ate and I ate ‘til my mouth was exhausted, But now that cake’s quiet! (And also unfrosted). I think you can see how there wasn’t a choice: I had to do something to silence that voice. I should stay right here to say “sorry,” I know… But the TV is calling, so I gotta go!
The (last National Poetry Month) Poetry Friday roundup is here at the always faboo Miss Rumphius Effect. And I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Stacey at Two Writing Teachers said, on 4/25/2008 3:05:00 AM
THIS IS GREAT!!!
Gregory K. said, on 4/25/2008 8:21:00 AM
Why... thank you!
jone aka msmac said, on 4/25/2008 8:33:00 AM
Love it! I am in awe of people who can dream up rhymes so easily.
TadMack said, on 4/25/2008 8:50:00 AM
Ugh. Stomach ache. I am remembering a day like this involving a cake with green frosting... Ugh...
jama said, on 4/25/2008 1:07:00 PM
Yay for food poems!
Rita said, on 4/25/2008 3:01:00 PM
Wa! wa wa . . . The ending is perfect. I love the rhyme of exhausted and unfrosted!!
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Hi Greg,
I am a fan from MM Poetry with Ed. Met Ed and Allan and April at IRA in Chicago. Great to meet Ed in person! Your poem reminds me of William Carlos Williams and his plums. Yours gets to the heart of childhood. But woe is me, now we have to worry about salmonella!! How many times will they figure out ways to stomp on the fun of childhood and life? Love your site and your poetry shares of all stripes.
Janet F.
OOOOO maybe Ed will want to use salmonella in a poem next year. A word of caution to all poets, he will have a year to come up with these words. What fun. I am a (newly retired) teacher and looking for ways to incorporate MMpoetry in school and spread the word to more teachers. (I now volunteer and consult about using poetry as part of daily life in the classroom, I maintain its benefits are HUGE, but you must know that already.)
Hah!
Grandma's note to me after the loss of the cookie dough might be rather more succinct...
Ha! Fun poem, and I love these comments, too. The poor plums, and now, cookie dough. (And I hadn't thought about the fact that Ed will have so much time to figure out new words to torture, I mean, tempt, us with for MM '13.) Tanita's spot-on about Grandma's response, I'm sure... ;0)
brilliant. and oh so relative.
Thanks for the memories, Greg. Your poem is adorable. This blog is great and the comments you get are very entertaining.
Thanks, y'all. This poem actually has some March Madness inspiration - I believe it was the word "temptation" that appeared in round one of that fine contest... and ended up here. And yeah, I think Grandma's return note might not be as kind :-)
So, as I was reading & loving your poem, I am reminded of a time when our dog did eat the dough, really! We had no one to send a note to, just made sure the dog was outside because he became quite sick. We watched the dough carefully after that. I like the way you presented by protecting the cookies, always a good idea!
This poem is a lot of fun! Great ending! Thanks for sharing.
Greg -- this is great. It was even funnier the second time when I slowed down my reading and actually envisioned the kid writing out the note, leaving it on the table, and then walking out of the room without a hint of guilt.
Linda, I assure you, this is all about protecting the cookies. And that is why, Ed, there is not a HINT of guilt involved. Not that this is in any way a true story, mind you. I'm just projecting!