hot steamy
frothy creamy
I don’t get you very often
To see you in that special bowl
can make my will power soften
*****
You were skinned alive
and chopped and boiled and mashed
and then were drowned in gravy
*****
all so I could fill my belly
with your yummy tater goodness
now get your self up on that spoon
and come to momma, baby
Mushroom Gravy Macro (Photo credit: Telephone Melts)
Here are some favorites to inspire you. Let me hear your love for…
Fish sticks
Artichokes
Tripe
Aspic
Or whatever………………
Mmmmmmmm! wiggly jiggly goodness!
Another food masterpiece from the wee hours of this morning
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You’re on a roll today!
Oh yeah. Idle hands are the devil’s playground and what not. Aspic is so dreamy!!! Let’s have a poem out of you! Dazzle me and shit
Aspic is something I can’t eat
Jello congealed from some old meat
You put in surprises
Of various sizes
Pigs’ knuckles can hardly compete
Oh my god! That’s great! I love it! That my friend is a Pulitzer waiting to happen.
I had to do something to make up for missing tomorrow’s extravaganza, have fun with that!
Oh I will. You can always read it later, stuff on the interweb lasts foooreeeevvveeerrrrrr
Ok. You are out of control.
Just wait til tomorrow. I’ll be all over Le Clown’s blog like flies on an aspic. Tee Hee.
I know! Have fun! … This cracked me up: yummy tater goodness – now get your self up on that spoon – and come to momma, baby. Hahaha!!
Did you see what Robin said? Doesn’t she realize that most geniuses are crazy people?
Not yet, but I hope to be back with a poem before the day is out. I’ll look for Robin’s.
She said that she thinks I lost my marbles in my tapioca. So, since I’ve been deemed crazy, I’m giving up on blogging and society in general. Gonna grow a beard and go live in a cave. A cave with Wi-Fi that is.
I have faith in you. You will have a blogging empire soon! And I love the idea that you could look for some blogging work with a company when you move. How cool would that be!
Here eyes are narrowed
The stare-down begins
They’ll be loser in this war
Much to my chagrin
Do as you’re told
Don’t make me mad
Give them a chance
They’re not that bad
A tentative poke with a fork
Moves them around on the plate
Is it me or is it the food…
Not sure which more she hates
You’ll sit there till they’re gone
Comes the age-old threat from dad
But all that serves to do
Is just make her even more mad
Starve then… I don’t care
Daughter thumps away… no more fuss
The fries are gone at least
I guess that’s a plus
About fourteen of ‘em left over
What to do, what’s the fix?
The dog stares at me and his tail wags
I guess he’ll eat those fucking fish sticks
This was brilliant! Thank you so much for taking the time to write such an epic poem. And boy, did it bring back memories. I had one kid that never ate anything! It’s a wonder he’s still alive. But, he’s 22 and a veteran, having served a year in Kuwait. So, I can be a proud Army mom and forget that he’s a picky eater.
I think you lost your marbles in your tapioca.
You have wounded me deeply. Can you see my crest falling? There it goes.
No, I meant real marbles. I was going to challenge you to a game of marbles since I stink at Words with Friends. Oh wait, I stink at marbles too. How about tic tac toe? Hangman? Hearts? Rocks, Paper, Scissors?
I totally suck at Parcheesi- The Royal Game of India. It’s one of my husband’s favorite games. And if it makes you feel any better, when him and I play Words With Friends, he kicks my saggy butt every time.
Do you know I’ve never played Parcheesi?
I hadn’t either, until Prince Charming brought it into the house.
Cheeky, are you a psychic? Are you reading my mind and extracting all of the foods that I hate from it? Where’s the dislike button!
Yes I am psychic. I must get into your mind and find all the icky stuff in there. That way I will be totally prepared to be your worthy adversary/co-host!
Can’t wait. I’m scribbling all sorts of shit down, like the mad man I am…
We’re both mad men!
I got the greatest compliment today! My husband called me a savant! He’s so nice, he made sure the “idiot” was silent.
This is going to be so much fun!!!! Bummer you have to work tomorrow, I will be chained to this thing, replying to comments at Le Clown Ville. (I hope)
I’m sure you will be. I’ll get on as soon as I can. I gots a lots to share. I agree, I’m geeked too!
I have never read an ode to mashed potatoes before, but this made me weep with joy. And now here’s mine:
Wonderful hot dogs
Delicious tubes of meat
I smother you with mustard
And ketchup, then I eat
I think Nathans are my faves
But all franks get my raves
Thank you Mrs. Weebles. This may be the last comment I answer. It has come to my attention recently, like within the last hour or so, that people think I’m crazy.
So now I must take down my blog and disappear forever. I will go away to a far off place and you will never hear from me again.
But first, I will stop at KFC and spend all my money on whatever mashed potatoes they can russle up for my journey.
Sigh….goodbye cruel world, and hey! Thanks for the poem!
Dammit. I was going to nominate you for WordPress Poet Laureate.
Oh shit! I’ll wait. I can pull a Howard Hughes next weekend. I do have commitments after all. Have to do the whole Le Clown guest host thing tomorrow.
raves for the mashed taters! One of you awesome bloggers need to try the “tripe” please…:)
I know I don’t have the -guts- groan! LOL. I’m over at Le Clown’s place today, you should see what tripe I’m spewing there!
My first visit…thanks to Clown on Fire. Glad I popped by and hit “Follow”. A funny poem….delightfully silly. Nice stuff. xoJulia
Delightfully silly? Music to my ears, new friend and follower. I’m all about the silly! Mr. Le Clown has brought me many new friends who love silly, and I am eternally grateful.
Thank you so kindly!
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