I loved their interesting and amusing conversations. One conversation in particular led me to write this poem. I hope it won't make you queasy.
I'm at the dinner table
in need of a reprieve
on my plate is cauliflower
and some peas, which make me heave.
I love to eat these french fries
(see the ketchup on my sleeve?)
but cauliflower gives me shivers
and the peas... just make me heave.
I'm quite a picky eater
many foods cause me to wheeze
but the worst is cauliflower...
unless it's peas. They make me heave.
© Karen Eastlund
I hope you will enjoy the week ahead. The Poetry Friday roundup is at Catherine's today. Join the crowd for further poetry examples, ideas, insights and laughs.
Also, I recently posted another month of my grandmother's diary. August of 1928 gives a glimpse of her busy life on a farm in Iowa. My mother and father are mentioned, Doris & Emil, and my two oldest siblings, Margaret(te) and Marion. Check it out!