Summer Shivers

We had a lovely visit with two of our grandkids recently. Lots of creative activities, games, movies, etc. The temperature was over 90 every day they were here, too hot to do much outside, but we did make a water slide on our back lawn, and we found some blasters to squirt water at each other. Tweenagers are good fun.

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.

Shivers

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!