Living separate dishes
Cabbage came on a mundane plate before a carbohydrate
it looked like it had been self esteemed in stock
the pans of potatoes waiting to be heronized
Unsure of how much longer the boiling takes place.
His cabbage mixture came to him years ago
and it continued to be included in his diet
Roster, that for necessary vitamins he craved
before the day's spud's n heron.
His dietary menu came to him
just like the prick to his finger
that he became accustomed to
every day that iron taste.
Ever since a separate chromosome blood
began this recipe, he felt reborn
He felt like life began at forty
accustomed to the grey commonality.
The cabbage came like a rusty toupee
the more it boiled the more the spuds
would melt like a jacket that protects
a man from the rain.
Author notes
Diabetes is what my pops has.
A contest entry
- E = M C Sauerkraut! or the Theory of OMG They're My What? by AliceinPoetryLand.
1850 points, ended September 9, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
IS this appropriate?
Comments
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sauerkraut, I love...
...I make my own and it keeps for weeks, but I need no needle to enjoy it. I suppose a drug life is a little like the yuck of boiled cabbage...I can only imagine.
Enjoyed your poem and the metaphor immensely. You certainly made the old brain think...bloody beauty, mate.
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A great entry However you are just one line too long
But I will give you some clappies for joining in our crazy contest
Thanks so much for the great read! Well done.
Gaylene
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Now this is definitely different! But that is why I like these umm,,strange and unique contests! Right down the allies of my twisted mind.
Good luck in the contest!
Jeannie
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sauerkraut.
Missed the German pun, not to worry thanks Aliceinwonderland
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