a poem a day IV: yummy-ku at reverendmother

Pity. The haiku is such an elegant art form, to be destroyed thusly.

Food-inspired verse:

(for m)
sand clings to baby,
slathered in sunscreen: sugar
on hot buttered roll.

(for c)
while you nap, others
buy lobster that will clamor
and die for dinner.

(for the fourth of july)
menu: red lobster, white
potatoes, blueberry pie:
God Bless the U.S.!

Published by reverendmother 2 years, 6 months ago in haiku, food, poetry

1 Marie Jul 4th, 2006 at 3:28 pm

Oh my. I just LOVE the image of Baby M as a hot buttered roll. Excellent.
2 Mamala Jul 4th, 2006 at 5:44 pm

I’m dying (no pun intended) to hear how C deals with the lobster boil (squeek, squeek).
3 NotShyChiRev/ChicagoRev Jul 5th, 2006 at 7:39 am

Ah, the barbarism of the lobster feast. I hate having to choose the one to die and then watching them be placed in the pot…in fact, I won’t do it anymore. I hope C was spared that event. (I recognize the hopeless hypocracy of my view, being a carnivore, but, hey we’re all complex in our own way, right?)
4 Matthew Jul 5th, 2006 at 10:49 am

mmmmm…lobster.

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