homework times three

[Zondrae]

I've just posted a poem on the 'other' site.

I have given myself a while off, from posting the homework topic on the RR Bush verse site and Bernard has stepped in and posted topics.
I popped in earlier to have a read and found myself doing a poem to his topic. Gee if I get one out for Maureens topic and my own that will be three homework poems this week. Not forgetting the monthly topic we (IBP) have due 18th October.

His topic is "Did Gradpa Spoil the Stew" which I bent it to "Too Many Cooks". But I did a Bernard.. that is 'write and post' without too much rewriting and polishing. So don't look too closely at it.

Too Many Cooks
(c) Zondrae King(Corrimal) 09/11

When Mary, driving home from work,
saw, by some passing whim of fate,
a rabbit that was freshly killed
she thought she’d fetch it, for the plate.

She found the biggest pot she could
and tossed the bunny in to stew.
Along with water, just enough
and onions, carrots, celery too.

She put the lid tight on the pot
and promptly, left, forgot the lot.

Then in came Michael, wet and cold
and hungry but still wore a grin.
He saw the pot and looked inside
and thought he’d add some flavourin’.

Some salt and pepper, just a touch
to satisfy his love of ‘hot’.
He found some chilly pepper sauce
and in the stew he poured the lot.

Then feeling tired for all his toil
Michael left the stew to boil.

Alanna was a bright young thing
but sick of school and studying.
She sees the pot and looks inside
notices all the bubbling.

She gets a spoon to taste the brew
but smells the chilly in the mix.
A thought, “maybe some rice will cool”.
She’d read it in ‘The Old Cook’s Tricks’.

Alana adds two cups of rice
departing thinks ‘MMMM- diner, nice’.

Along comes Joe with baskets full
and sees the pot still as some space.
As Brussels Sprouts he has in bulk
so just a dozen he does place.

It’s lucky that he came along
because the stew is rather thick.
He gives it all a deep long stir
enough so that the rice won’t stick.

And needing now to slake his thirst
Joe leaves but to return, he’s first.

Grandpa had turned ninety four
and memory was fading fast.
He shuffled in and sees the pot
would his addition be the last?

He opened the refrigerator
and spotted scraps left for the cat.
He’d lived through war, and hated waste
so in it went and that was that.

Came dinner time the brew was done
They ate like pigs do at a trough.

* * * * * *
Which goes to show the adage wrong
too many cooks don’t spoil the broth.

[Neville Briggs]

I was looking for the part where she skinned and gutted the rabiit before putting it into the pot other than that it sounds not bad

[Zondrae]

G'day Neville,

It was a quick write it down and get it posted before I fell asleep. I don't expect this poem to ever 'do' anything.

[Heather]

A good bit of fun there Zondrae. I was waiting to hear how it tasted! Maybe we don't want to know.

Heather

[Bob Pacey]

You place too high expectations on your self Zondrae.

You are allowed to have fun once in a while.


Permission granted


Bob