Oh, thee of Summer's gestation
thou makest blisters on my tongue
This mortal vessel cannot get enough
of your perfection
You perch soulfully on the green vine
such a fragrance
Shall you be consumed alone
or with other ripe fruit?
Wheat bread, your deep-toned countenance
the nutty, oat-y taste of you
How well you blend with the nnaise of the mayo
Oh, verdant Basil
growing in the Sun
So spicy and energizing
What combinations with tomato wilt thou create?
8 comments:
Such a treat! You know I love Shelleyan odes to random things!
All I want is a tomato sandwich.
here is an interesting story about a skeleton exhibit for Huck.
I am so excited for your brother and his exciting news!
I do want you to come see the new place, tell me when the time is fortuitous and I will make a plan.
sorry, here is the link for huck
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7509348.stm
Fun poem!!!
Koch would love this!--Have you read his book on apostrophe for children? Rose, Where Did You Find That Red? A good read indeed.
Storms of blueberries
how you haunt me
with tempestuous clouds
of blue upon blue.
You've got me hooked--lol.
"nnaise of the mayo" you crack me up girl
love it!
I thought I posted on this earlier but I gues it didnt go through.
love this!! I too love a tomato sandwhich. I like to sprinle a little salt on the mayonase.
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