Have Fun with Food Poems!I don't generally write Food Poems on purpose. But I tend to write poems all the time in my journal, and the topic of Food comes up now and again. Food is kind of important. You can't get away from it. You can quit smoking, go cold turkey (there's a food poem for you), but you can't quit eating, at least not indefinitely if you plan on living. If you go on a diet, you tend to think even more about food. There's breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. So much food, so little time . . . We'll start with the first Food Poem, which is about breakfast. Most of us like breakfast. You don't have to worry about vegetables at this meal, which is a bonus for many of us. This poem is from my book, A Little Bit of Nonsense. 
Moon Eggs Moon eggs, moon eggs, Mom makes up the moon eggs, not sunny-side up, not boiled in a cup, not fried over-easy (which makes me so queasy) not scrambled and stirred, or whipped up and whirred, but sunny-side down, like a frown on a clown. The yolk isn't runny or face up and sunny, but solid and tasty, if just a bit pasty. I'll eat with my spoon my eggs like the moon. by Denise Rodgers The next Food Poem is from my second book, Great Lakes Rhythm & Rhyme. It is about corn. I think of corn as a vegetable, but to many it is a grain, as in corn tortillas or polenta (corn meal). My favorite way to prepare corn is to remove the husk, rinse and boil. Add a little butter and sea salt, and voila! Delish! 
Autumn Corn Corn on the stalk is so sturdy to stand. Corn set in rows neatly cover the land. Plucked from their stalks and then stacked where they park it, loaded on trucks and then sent out to market. Corn perched on shelves in the grocery store, It's been my favorite, since I was born, by Denise Rodgers The next Food Poem is about Cold Cereal, not at all my favorite anymore. I've become a fan of hot oatmeal with fresh fruit and plan yogurt. Yum. But this poem is about the history and evolution of boxed cold cereals. It is also from my book, Great Lakes Rhythm & Rhyme. 
Cold Cereal A long time ago, with a pan and a pot, our breakfasts were cooked and they always were hot. The pancakes and grits and the hot buttered toast, the bacon, the oatmeal, creamed wheat and French toast. But then cam a thought, which was bold and imperial. The thought that arrived was the cold breakfast cereal. The cornflakes and bran flakes and oat-O's and crunchies made breakfast a time for the crisp and cold munchies. Just pour on some milk, get a spoon, start to eat. No cooking at all for a breakfast complete. The kids loved the change, and the dads liked it, too. The moms had less work, so they loved it, it's true. Inventors? The men who had banished the toast? W.K. Kellogg and C.W. Post. by Denise Rodgers There is one more poem that isn't exactly a Food Poem, but it's awfully close. It's funny and, to some people, probably disgusting. I wrote it to amuse a man whose job it is to clean people's watchbands and jewelry. He once suggested that there was enough crud on one watchband to make soup. Yiech, I first thought. Then my second thought was, that would make a good poem! So I wrote it and sent it to him. He said he enjoyed it. You can judge it for yourself. 
Watchband Soup It tastes real good and here’s the scoop: There’s nothing quite like watchband soup. You take some water, boil it up and pour it in a waiting cup. Then dip the watchband slowly in slip up and down, and slowly spin. Sometimes, it’s not very pretty especially when the watchband’s gritty. So watch and wait until it’s brewed; it makes a murky liquid food. Just add a dash of grainy salt and maybe just a touch of malt. So long as it won’t gel or goop enjoy your gourmet watchband soup. by Denise Rodgers Well, I certainly hope you've enjoyed all these poems about our favorite topic: Food. There is a whole section about Food Poems in my book, A Little Bit of Nonsense, quirky odd people, animals, and odd ideas.
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