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The Most Important Meal of the Day
by Linda FullerThis morning my waffle arose from the plate
dripping syrup and I can’t believe
it’s not butter, raised its bony arm,
pumped the air with its sticky little fist
and began an all but incoherent rant
in a barely audible voice pitched in
the register where plants scream,
something about internet dating,
coffee enemas and what sounded like
teaparty politics. It didn’t seem to notice
when, thinking it was done, I stuck a fork in it,
cut off a piece and slid it through my lips.
Apparently, this piece did not contain
its mouth parts, for the harangue continued,
touching on psychotropic drugs and cow tipping.
I chewed contentedly and cut myself
another piece, which seemed to do the trick
although it did bite a chunk out of my uvula going down.
11/06/2010 Posted on 11/06/2010
Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 11/06/10 at 05:44 PM This is fun, and made my afternoon; so, was this before morning coffee? my breakfast usually just stares at me cutely ... like puppy dog eyes ever win over an empty stomach. You'd think it would have learned by now. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/07/10 at 01:58 AM Loved this! What a waffle! You certainly put it in its place. :) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/09/10 at 10:55 AM I could eat this any time of day... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/09/10 at 11:09 PM Yesterday morning I had a waffle for breakfast at the motel I had stayed at the night before. It was either the free one or head for the waffle house across the street. Nice breakfast. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 11/10/10 at 03:59 AM I'm with Paul -this has me laughing (albeit a bit evilly) as I drink my coffee and contemplate my late-night bagel...such a twisted little bit of epicurean erudition...wonderful as always, my dear! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/12/10 at 04:15 PM LOL! Quite imaginative. :o) |
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