This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of:
Last week’s theme was food. Here are some of the super pieces you sent in:
Keith Channing sent in another true story:
We’re spending this week in our camper,
It was that, or a spa for a pamper
Although quite good looking,
It’s too hot for cooking.
Can anyone send us a hamper?
Ladyleemanila sent in two pieces this week. Please visit her blog to read them:
It’s great to see Kevin back:
I asked her
For a juicy pear.
Of course I meant fruit to buy
But she gave me a black eye.
Dear reader, please tell me why …!
And Jason Moody, with two:
Whenever I’m in a mood
I turn to my dear friend, food.
The feeling does pass
Adding weight to my ass
Next time, one portion, not two.
Burgers and chicken and
Taste lovely but sit on my hips
It drives me insane
‘Cos I’m hungry again
Now where is that packet of crisps?
And here’s a fine one from Steve Walsky. Please visit his website for a read:
Anne Copeland always has a thought-provoking piece to share:
I wish I could remember wonderful memories of good times with family
But that was not to be.
But what I do remember is the food you made.
It was the food that nourished not only body
But that of soul.
You were proud of being an excellent cook.
And you constantly cooked wonderful foods
That most of my friends never heard of.
Kidney stew, Prune Whip, Blueberry Dumplings, Fruitcake with Hard Sauce.
The list went on and on
And you could probably have written a cookbook.
But you never did.
I wish I could have remembered your cooking
With sharing and love and laughter shared as we ate
But I never did.
I wish we had all been able to communicate openly
As we shared about your cooking and how wonderful a food artist you were.
But we never did.