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My brain's full of sundaes and thick, creamy shakes. My thoughts drift to cookies and pastries and cakes. I'm thinking of donuts. My head swims with pies. I see piles of candy when I close my eyes. And pudding! There's pudding in bowls ten feet deep. I guess Mom was right - sugar's why I can't sleep.
Happy Poetry Friday once again. This week's roundup is over at Today's Little Ditty thanks to Michelle. There's always great stuff every week... and it's National Poetry Month so you really have no excuses not to visit. (Cake image, by the way, courtesy of the generator at RedKid.Net)
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You’re asking who did this? Well, Mom, I don’t know. I don't even have a good guess. Who'd leave the oven encrusted with goop Or the counters in such a big mess? I don't have a clue why there's flour in my hair Or how frosting has turned my shirt plaid, But really, I... what? You demand that I guess? Well, fine.... It must have been Dad.
I am going to teach this to the 3rd grade class I have adopted! It will be a lot of fun, I am sure!! If it turns out well, I will try to send you a video Greg. (Though I am still low tech!) Kids love a "surprise ending" and honest looks at themselves!!!! Janet F. Poetry teacher from NY
Poor Dad. I have to feel for him. Hey, Greg, when I was in London this summer, we had breakfast in a hotel with your first fibonacci poem framed on the wall. I took a photo and will have to send it.
Hi Greg, That's great! Nice to see your work... Just came over to your blog after hearing you on Katie Davis' Brain Burps podcast. Look forward to reading more! THANK YOU!
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!
Whipped cream! Whipped cream! My, oh, my! Pile it, pile it, pile it high. In blobby mounds or nice and swirled, I don’t care, it rocks my world. It’s great on cookies, pie and cake, And high atop a creamy shake. Pudding gets a lot more dreamy Topped with something whipped and creamy. Yummy on banana splits In fact, I have to say that it’s The perfect food, without debate. Yes, give me whipped cream on my plate!
The Poetry Friday Roundup is over at Hey, Jim Hill! (which is, unsurprisingly, the blog of author Jim Hill). Check it out, and then have a little whipped cream for yourself.
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Yes, indeed! I'm glad David made his confession first - it used to be one of my favorite secret vices, until I was caught out by my son and now can enjoy the experience in the open.
Hee hee....love this. Short and sweet! Alas, I did not eat my pie first last night and I was too full for it after dinner. Of course the good news is - I get my pie tonight!!
Janet - we all feel this way :-) But I'm also pleased to see that we're also all looking for other ways to have dessert. Personally, I believe pie as a leftover can be a healthy breakfast. And apple crisp? I mean, that IS breakfast. Or a snack. Or dinner!
Eat dessert first is just good common sense in a crazy, mixed up world! Wonderful poem, Greg. I'm a confirmed eater of desserts first, and sometimes to the exclusion of all else!!! Ya only live once, ya know!
Pickles, zucchini, and burgers (with cheese). Fish, shrimp, potatoes, and Kool Aid (oh, please!). Ribs, avocado, a big Oreo, Chicken and ice cream and hot dogs in dough. Twinkies and onions and Snickers and squid. The patience of parents and one wiped-out kid.
Greg, if you'd like a fair photo to accompany your oh-so-disgustingly-great poem, let me know. I have a one from a fried Oreo stand. And I may even have one with a sign for fried jellybeans! dianemayrATdianemayrDOTcom
Really great, especially if you've seen these lately. I just heard from my grandson at the South Plains Fair in Lubbock, Texas--all things as you wrote! He and parents, too. You caught it!
Next weekend is the last county fair in Ohio. I'll be reciting your poem in my head as I walk through the wafts of fried foods and witness the kids and parents in your last line!
There are little bits of spinach Up above and down beneath. I'm glad you like your vegetables... Now please go brush your teeth!
One of the joys of sharing this silly little ditty is learning that many families have secret words or signals to let kids and parents know that they've got a... uh... a "little extra in their smile" as one young friend shared with me. Do you have a code word? Wanna share?
This week's Poetry Friday roundup is over at A Teaching Life. Why not go on over and check out the poetry love going on in the kidlitosphere today?
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our signal is to smile at the person and then run our tongue across the front of out teeth. this works well in public, especially if you can catch a person's eye without everyone else seeing.
Ha - great poem! Inspires both healthy eating and good dental hygiene. We don't have a code, but I really think we should have one since we eat greens almost every day and end up with green smiles almost as often.
Doughnuts! Oh, doughnuts! Fried circles of yum. You food that I simply adore. You’re sure not nutritious, but you’re so delicious I’m always left wishing for more.
I love you with frosting or covered in sprinkles. I swoon for you, sweet, sugar raised! When you’re filled with jelly, you warm up my belly... While still leaving room for a glazed.
I’ll dip you in coffee or dunk you in milk. I’ll eat you for breakfast or brunch. I get so impassioned for simple old-fashioned That sometimes I make them my lunch.
Doughnuts! Oh, doughnuts! Definers of yum. You perfect fried circles of dough. Although you’re caloric, you leave me euphoric... So give me a dozen to go!
Today is not only Poetry Friday (with the roundup of posts hosted at Sara Lewis Holmes' Read Write Believe), but it's also National Doughnut Day (or, if you prefer, National Donut Day)! This certainly rates as one of my favorite "holidays" to celebrate, so this year I'm doing it with food AND poetry. And you? Wanna meet me at Stan's or Bob's or...?
More soon, but now I'm off to dream of Bavarian Kreme....
This poem made my day!! When I first moved to the USA (8 years ago) I thought doughnuts were the most amazing thing I ever tried. I read your poems to my students today, and they LOVED it!
Thanks for the poem, Greg. I was reminded about Donut Day but didn't get a chance to celebrate it officially (does a mini eclair count?). I'm hoping that Donut Day can be celebrated all week. I'll check out a copy of Homer Price and pick up my favorite: iced with sprinkles.
I wrote a donut poem during my '30 days of poetry this April... I am so happy to know there is a 'Doughnut Day'! http://dazed55.blogspot.com/2009/04/pining-for.html
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!!
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!
Hungry for more? Kelly is hosting the Poetry Friday roundup today, so be sure to go on and check it out.
Tricia said, on 2/22/2008 5:19:00 AM
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!
laurasalas said, on 2/22/2008 6:16:00 AM
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.
Kelly Fineman said, on 2/22/2008 11:38:00 AM
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."
Gregory K. said, on 2/22/2008 5:19:00 PM
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!"
Elaine Magliaro said, on 2/23/2008 9:02:00 AM
Gregory,
Enjoyed your "meatloaf" poem--and Happy Second Blogiversary!
Rita said, on 3/1/2008 1:49:00 PM
Most excellent, this poem! The slew of animal noises gives it an extra kidslit feel. :D
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Of course it was! Fun poem, Greg! I plugged Late Bird the other day on FB/Twitter - hope it's going well.
tsksntNice to read another one of your poems. I have been missing them
I am going to teach this to the 3rd grade class I have adopted! It will be a lot of fun, I am sure!! If it turns out well, I will try to send you a video Greg. (Though I am still low tech!)
Kids love a "surprise ending" and honest looks at themselves!!!!
Janet F.
Poetry teacher from NY
You're such a great kid at heart, Greg. That's how you do this, methinks! I know this scenario...but I am the messy one! Happy PF!
Poor Dad. I have to feel for him. Hey, Greg, when I was in London this summer, we had breakfast in a hotel with your first fibonacci poem framed on the wall. I took a photo and will have to send it.
We used to have a running joke in our house that's very similiar, "It's all Grampa's fault."
Hee hee...of course it was Dad!
Thanks, y'all! And Amy... no, I'm not the clean one either.
Author Amok- I'd love to see the photo! I had no idea there was a London tribute to the Fib!
Janet - a video would be fun, but don't worry if the tech fails you in some regard. I'll be happy just to know you were working with it and the kids!
Another fun poem from the Master of Wit and Rhyme! Welcome back!
Ha! Perfect!
EXCELLENT! My son uses that one ALL THE TIME. Poor dads. Always getting a bum rap.
Hi Greg,
That's great! Nice to see your work... Just came over to your blog after hearing you on Katie Davis' Brain Burps podcast. Look forward to reading more! THANK YOU!