Magic
Wish upon that falling star and
put a four leaf clover in your button hole.
Carve our initials into soap and rub them into us.
Light a candle and chant a spell,
because I want,
because
I’ve got to have
magic.
For dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge
For Sunshine’s Macro Monday prompt.
Piscine Phobia
I don’t eat salmon, don’t eat flounder.
I prefer my protein rounder—
chicken, roasts or food like that.
Fish is too fishy and too flat.
Tuna mixed with soup and noodle,
I despise kit and caboodle!
Nothing could persuade me that
I should eat food fit for a cat.
I won’t eat food grown in a swamp,
so crabs and clams I never chomp.
No protein caught by motor boat
will ever pass my teeth and throat.
When dinner parties serve up chowder,
I’m likely to just take a powder.
I simply can’t take the suspense
of what fish lurks in soup so dense.
So if you want to plan a treat
that I will find the nerve to eat,
once again, I must repeat,
forget the lobster. Give me meat!!
Words for today are flounder, suspense, nothing, swamped and motor.
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Themes on blogs seem to be falling into categories lately. Travels home, shopping lists, isolation activities, pets and what’s cooking! Here is what was being cleaned, chopped, combined, cooked and/or eaten today at my house. No, I didn’t eat all of this. Some of it I just cooked.
(Click on photos to enlarge and read the details on what’s cookin’.)
Strangely enough, when I copied the above photos onto the media file, this song just added itself. I promise. I had nothing to do with it, but since it has to do with food, I’m letting it stay. I was just thinking I wish I had some chocolate as I used the last of mine on the popcorn above. Words to this song are by me. Music and performance by Christine Anfossie. Click on URL below to hear “Chocolate.”
(Click on photos to enlarge.)
Backyard Adventures
No one to talk to. Nothing to do.
A trip to the kitchen. A jaunt to the loo.
Nowhere to go to. Forbidden to roam.
If I want to travel, I’ll do it at home.
Down in my garden, the flowers and bees
pose for my photos whenever I please.
I record the sights just to prove I have traveled,
clicking the sights as my journey unraveled
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 