Monday, October 18, 2021


Food n' Poetry

 Oh, yeah, good job everyone! I don't know who "Lil' Corrupt Cakes" is, but I liked this poem:

Pumpkin spice latte
It belongs to October
August? That's not right.

My Dad's was kind of anti-food (but pro-gourd):

I stare at the gourds
each of them a piece of art
not to be eaten.

Meanwhile, IPLawGuy is producing food:

Thanks to climate change
My tomatoes are thriving
Lettuce looks good too.

Christine is making food:

White chili is on...
Butternut squash has been cubed
Steamy bowl awaits.

And the Medievalist? He is just straight-up drinking:

I hate pumpkin spice.
Give me smoked salmon tacos,
And cold gin tonic.

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