It's now summer, and what we eat changes in the summer. What is it you love? I'll go first:
A simple pasta,
Eaten outside with laughter...
The true fruit ripens.
Now it is your turn! Just make it 5 syllables/7 syllables/5 syllables, and bring it on!
A delicate treat
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TIGER'S BLOOD SNO CONE!!
Mark - you were inspired today!
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thunk, thunk, it's ready!
There's really only
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Crabs. And then more crabs.
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ReplyDeleteHot dog on grill.
ReplyDeleteSizzle and pop. We know what
they made of. Who cares.
Not gourmet, not
organic. Not hip like your
delicatessens.
Who cares!
Heat from above,
heat from the grill.
Throw on a dog. Who cares!
Beer.
Bake me up them beans
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Bake me up them beans
I wonder why meats
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Taste best on a porch?
That last one (@2:05) is great! Thanks Anonymous.
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Salt-covered ice.Crank!
Cream from a cowy
Starlet,perfumed berry,sugar
All worked up lather
Beneficent thing
Of childhood dreams conical
Tongue savors each foray.
You are cream,you are
Iced,you are ambrosial.
Eyes closed,I am here.Now.
Eva wore tomatahs
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As corsages on bosoms.
Between tenderly
Place soft mozzarella rounds
And dewy basil fronds.
Caprese,my love,get thee
Into my mouth.Melt there 'til
Summer be consumated.
Once I made strawberries
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Atop pillows whipped
Cream,gave it to Sal.
"Here's your strawberry,Shortcake,"
Joked I.Where doesn't the sunshine?
Listen Osler--now u see why I always need to say: Geoffrey sucks.
ReplyDeleteGeoff knows I am height
Challenged. Would that I had been
Born with mustang legs.
I have told him once
twice in the fifteen years we
Cohabitated B4 dating
New blueberries and
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of honeyed yogurt --
Summer ambrosia
on the Minnesota porch
ends this perfect day.
On Minnesota’s
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It’s undeclared war.
Me and the black bear
Enter contest to consume
Wild red strawberries.
I eat the blue orbs
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Ah, Summer glories!
puffy white pillow
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dissolve in ones mouth
Christine,
ReplyDeleteI'm looking forward to some of those "blistered skin," "puffy white pillows" between graham crackers, accompanied by good chocolate this coming weekend. Your words made me extra hungry for them. Hope you have some too.