Mom’s Meatloaf
By
Gregory K.
What “meat” this is, I cannot say,
Upon my plate, a slab of gray.
The texture doesn’t give a clue,
But makes it not much fun to chew.
I wonder, did it cluck or moo?
Or oink or baa? Or bark or mew?
What meat this is, I’ll never know.
It sure is mighty tasty, though!
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By: Gregory K. Pincus,
on 2/22/2008
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By: Gregory K. Pincus,
on 4/29/2007
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By: Gregory K. Pincus,
on 4/25/2007
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on 4/16/2007
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By: Gregory K. Pincus,
on 2/22/2008
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By: Gregory K. Pincus,
on 4/29/2007
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CHOCOLATE MOUSSE!
By
Gregory K.
It’s creamy and dreamy – a chocolaty treat.
Like rich, whipped-up pudding that’s so fun to eat.
Just give me a bowl and I know that you’ll find...
Only a moussetache will be left behind!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
By: Gregory K. Pincus,
on 4/25/2007
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MY FRIEND EILEEN
by
Gregory K.
My friend Eileen is made of food.
She’s always fresh and never chewed.
When we go walking down the street,
I think we shock the folks we meet.
Yes, lots of people stop and stare
And say “my word, that’s broccoli hair!”
It sits atop her apple head
With cherry eyes, so deep and red.
Her legs are herbs that grow in rows
She walks around on tater toes.
Her arms are crackers, great to munch.
She’d give you any part for lunch.
There’s nothing she won’t do for you --
Eileen is great... and tasty, too!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
By: Gregory K. Pincus,
on 4/16/2007
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THINGS I WOULD NOT DRINK OR EAT
by
Gregory K.
Marbles
Ashes
Broken Glass
Newsprint
Quarters
Fresh mown grass
Roaches
Elbows
Maps of Spain
T-shirts
Sneakers
Acid rain
Surfboards
Carpet
Chain link fence
Soupspoons
Napkins
Circus tents
Soap scum
Dandruff
Hoover Dam
Clorox
Ear wax
Deep fried Spam
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
By: Gregory K. Pincus,
on 4/9/2007
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DAD HAS A BAD CUP OF COFFEE AT A ROADSIDE DINER….
By
Gregory K.
“This tastes like mud!” my father said.
“There should have been a warning!”
I thought there was. The menu said,
“Our coffee’s ground each morning.”
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
By: Gregory K. Pincus,
on 4/6/2007
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Ahh, the first Poetry Friday of National Poetry Month is here (and Kelly has collected the links here!). I hope you're joining in the poetic fray. As for me, I offer up A Single Wish for you all.
A SINGLE WISH
by
Gregory K.
If you could have a single wish
And you knew that your wish would come true...
Would you use it for riches,
Or wish for more wishes,
Or cures for diseases you knew?
Well, I was given a single wish,
And I knew what I wanted, oh, please!
Now either I mumbled...
Or the wish-granter stumbled...
But anyone want some whirled peas?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
By: Gregory K. Pincus,
on 4/2/2007
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A LITTLE BIT DIZZY
by
Gregory K.
I'm a little bit dizzy. My hair is a mess.
And really, I find it confusing.
I just want to eat some whipped cream from this can,
So why must I shake before using?
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
I read the first line and thought of my first year at the Coast Guard Academy where we were never allowed to look at our food while we ate. We often had food we referred to as "mystery" meat. Only the gravy made it palatable!
Glad to see you back with a new poem!
Congrats on 2 years of blogging!
Love the funny poem. I have a school lunch poem in a project under consideration, and I thought, wow, you could write 50 just school lunch poems. There's so much material.
Who knew home cooking offered as many prospects. I guess I should have known it, since my 12yo daughter said at the dinner table last night, "Why don't you cook homemade meals. All my friends parents cook stuff from scratch." This was while we were eating steak, cornbread (from a mix), salad (from a bag), and mashed potatoes (from a box). I didn't even cook dinner, but my back was up. I told her when she learned how to cook even a Hamburger Helper without burning it or making it a soup, we'd be happy to hear her commentary on the food. Or better yet, she could cook it.
Whew. OK, sorry for ranting.
I love it - the riff on Frost, and the addition of mystery meat, was sheer brilliance.
When hubby was in Amsterdam, he and friends went to a McDonald's. One friend asked what the "McCroquettes" were made of.
"Meat."
"What kind of meat?"
"Animal meat."
"I'll have a Big Mac."
Ahhh, yes. "Meat." In college, every Sunday for lunch I had a "Meat burrito." at a small Taco-Bellish chain. Not beef. Not chicken. But as a pirate might say..."Aye! The Meat!"
Gregory,
Enjoyed your "meatloaf" poem--and Happy Second Blogiversary!
Most excellent, this poem! The slew of animal noises gives it an extra kidslit feel. :D