(So, this is complete nonsense today. Don’t even ask me what the “it” is. I don’t know. — Kevin)
It was shrewd of you, dude,
to hide it behind the brew
’cause our crew would never come through
the kitchen but I knew what you’d do -
you’re so predictable, if not crude,
so I’ll just stand back here with you
and watch them stew and brood
and plot and plan, certainly no longer subdued,
and then I’ll bid you all adieu amidst
the rumbling ballyhoo.
In the middle of the night,
I woke up and went downstairs.
I opened the refrigerator door,
And peeked inside.
Ah…
There is no more of my favorite,
Delicious, the most delightful brownies
In there.
How they make my mouth watery.
How delicious they taste.
I went upstairs,
Back to my bedroom,
Dreaming about brownies.
The eternal questions
Does the light stay on or off when I close the door?
do calories count when consumed standing in front of the refrigerator?
does the FDA seriously consider ketchup a condiment?
and finally, it is now a proven fact
there are no know edible navy blue foods writin4change´s last [type] ..The continual conversation… how do we teach kids to monitor and moderate?
Young Mr. Hubbard
Did pass the cupboard
To get his poor tummy some chow
When he opened the fridge door
The stench knocked him to the floor,
And he yelled out, “Dude what IS that?” Amy Rudd´s last [type] ..Napkin Notes
these hunger games are feeling real
I’m utterly starving for my next meal
the fridge seems empty, no dice, no deal
all I see is mayo, but not how I feel
not even a morsel for me to steal
nothing to peal, nothing to congeal
I may need to invent the wheel…of cheese
New blog post: #NPM2012: Prompt 11 http://t.co/LmmJNBve
New Post: #NPM2012: Prompt 11: photo: xJason.Rogersx Dude. What IS that? # http://t.co/1G3gMOOd by @budtheteacher
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(So, this is complete nonsense today. Don’t even ask me what the “it” is. I don’t know. — Kevin)
It was shrewd of you, dude,
to hide it behind the brew
’cause our crew would never come through
the kitchen but I knew what you’d do -
you’re so predictable, if not crude,
so I’ll just stand back here with you
and watch them stew and brood
and plot and plan, certainly no longer subdued,
and then I’ll bid you all adieu amidst
the rumbling ballyhoo.
The podcast (fun to read!): http://cinch.fm/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/421889
Kevin Hodgson´s last [type] ..The ‘Draw a Stickman’ Interactive Activities
In the middle of the night,
I woke up and went downstairs.
I opened the refrigerator door,
And peeked inside.
Ah…
There is no more of my favorite,
Delicious, the most delightful brownies
In there.
How they make my mouth watery.
How delicious they taste.
I went upstairs,
Back to my bedroom,
Dreaming about brownies.
#NPM2012: Prompt 11 http://t.co/BvlpRUFh love this visual!! Check it out!
Many years later…
A simple day –
An ordinary moment
Peering into the fridge I
mentally rehearse the
grocery list.
Softly sighing,
I barely remember the magic
that once filled me.
From the edges of my mind
comes the faint whisper of
a roar.
Surely that isn’t a
lamppost
peeking out from
behind the wilting lettuce?
Scratching a note on the
back of a Chinese menu, I
dart inside and
slam the door behind me.
“Don’t expect my return,
I’ve rediscovered
Magic.
Love to all,
Edmund”
The eternal questions
Does the light stay on or off when I close the door?
do calories count when consumed standing in front of the refrigerator?
does the FDA seriously consider ketchup a condiment?
and finally, it is now a proven fact
there are no know edible navy blue foods
writin4change´s last [type] ..The continual conversation… how do we teach kids to monitor and moderate?
Here’s my poem to go with the pic…
Young Mr. Hubbard
Did pass the cupboard
To get his poor tummy some chow
When he opened the fridge door
The stench knocked him to the floor,
And he yelled out, “Dude what IS that?”
Amy Rudd´s last [type] ..Napkin Notes
[...] #NPM2012: Prompt 11 [...]
That night,
While all the house a slept,
Mine feet into the kitchen
crept.
The icebox door
(was not a jar),
Entice-ed me
yet from afar.
As close-ed, as it was,
It beckoned.
Hence, (I reasoned)
((And I reckoned))
Open it, I must,
It seemed,
And doing so,
Perceived a
SCREAM !!!
“Oh, CLOSE IT!
Close the door,” (A lesson!)
“Can’t you see,
The Salad Dressin’ ???”
Andrew Forgrave´s last [type] ..#NPM2012 Day11: Midnight Lesson
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these hunger games are feeling real
I’m utterly starving for my next meal
the fridge seems empty, no dice, no deal
all I see is mayo, but not how I feel
not even a morsel for me to steal
nothing to peal, nothing to congeal
I may need to invent the wheel…of cheese
http://theamyrudder.blogspot.com/2012/04/young-mr-hubbard.html
Love the picture and the poem it inspired…although, I am still not sure what he saw…I wonder!
[...] This poem was inspired by this picture. [...]