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Waffle Wednesday

Waffle Wednesday! @ghfeelgoodfood

Now I saw on o Facebook post a while back, that it was Waffle Wednesday at the Green House. Yay! I thought. Then the poet in me went, ‘Oi! That’s not alliterative enough! ‘Waffle Wednesday is fine, but, then you have ‘Green House?!’ I mean, come on!

What you need is proper alliteration.

Waffle Wednesday at Wendy Wu-Wu’s Wicked Wafflearium!’ Now that’s what I call alliteration.

Helen and the gang are currently considering my idea – and I hold great hopes for it.

A little green (really eats you up)

A little green (really eats you up)

Eat up your greens

before they eat you up;

was something that

I was often told as a child;

Mother had a strange way of getting me to eat all of my vegetables and fruit;

though tomatoes weren’t green,

green tomatoes weren’t invented until the late 1980s.

The thing about writing poetry on Notes microphone is that you don’t always get the words written down that you speak in;

and trying to decipher them afterwards is interesting, don’t you think?

Yes, I thought you did.

A little green (eats you up)

A little green (eats you up)

Hello,

Green people

of the house;

be you pale lime green

and as cool as cucumbers

or rugged avocado-types

like prime numbers at a mathematical slumber party

(and even I don’t know what any of that meant)

A little intro and then a poem about ‘Green’ tissues.

A little intro and then a poem about ‘Green’ tissues.

… and I thought, somewhat mistakenly, so it seems, that I was supposed to bring a poem that dealt with green ‘tissues’ – not that I have a preference in the colour of the tissues that I purchase , I’m not prejudiced – and I do still use hankies on occasion (or ‘handkerchiefs’ as they were formerly known.

So this poem is as green as grass –

unless we’re talking about Bluegrass; and, talking about Bluegrass, I like it a lot – but my landlord is none too keen, so it will have to be resprayed.

Anyway, not to waste a good poem – or even a mediocre one – this is ‘Green Tissues’

by me:

Green Tissues,

not to be sneezed at;

the colour of a tissue

doesn’t denote its worth –

as long as the tissue can be recycled,

and doesn’t harm the Earth –

and the shade of green

is not important,

various shades can be purchased,

and, seen from a distance,

all shades are (or seem) the same.

A tissue—

“Bless you!”

Thank you.

A tissue—

“Bless you!”

Thank you, most kind, I’m sure.

A… well, one of these,

is as good as any other tissue is.

So, I don’t really know what the issue is.

Bean Burger in a Bagel

Bean Burger in a Bagel

Bean Burger in a Bagel

I saw at once

that me and you

would have no choice

on the menu.

Our eyes were taken

we couldn’t be mistaken

sweet alliteration

is what we needed.

But, would the bagel be seeded?

Would the beans be tasty?

Is a bounteous Bagel half as much fun

as a beautiful bouncing burger bun?

We sought confirmation

we needed some hasty.

A Bean Burger in a Bagel

is not a Cornish pasty –

for which there is a need –

it is a healthy option

plant-based and delicious

doesn’t hurt animals or little swimming fishes:

but, those poor plants;

they must be lead a sorry dance.

So, sorry, such sweet selection,

we’ll have ‘two Chocolate Tarts, please’

for our delectation.

In the Greenhouse.

In the Greenhouse.

In the green house

there is something growing

and I have no way of knowing

the names of the things

that are growing

in the green house

I’ve never known the names of things;

things that grow,

things with wings,

and things ‘without’ wings –

which, I think, just about covers them all.