Dr. Pasternak: Stealth Poet
Poetry Assignment #7: Rhyme
It wiggles and shimmies
and does a slight jig
It’s gelatin pickled
with pieces of pig
There’s a sliver of tongue and
a big chunk of heart
There’s a huge hunk of dark
and mysterious pig part.
It’s nasty! Revolting!
Disgusting to see!
And I swear that this head cheese
just winked at me!
Miss S – Did you ever notice the grocery store (the GROSS-ery store—ha!) has all sorts of disgusting things in it?
I have not really noticed that. I enjoy browsing the locally-grown produce and the organic breads. Perhaps you could write a poem about how flaky and delicate croissants are?
Clearly I need to take this up a notch. Dr. Pasternak sounds like a dentist. I’m going to be Dr. Skullstench: Stealth Poet.
Martha O'Quinn says
Laura, I don’t think I’ve seen anything resembling your “Putrid Poetry” postings. Indescribable, but genius and creativity come to mind. Today’s post is one of my favorites.
Thank you, Martha! I appreciate that:>)
Buffy Silverman says
I was sick with the crud yesterday and needed some entertainment, so I downloaded your stealth poetry. So much fun to read!
Aw, thanks, Buffy–I hope you’re feeling better!