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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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