Last week over at Random Noodling Diane brought up the subject of oatmeal and challenged readers to write about it. It sparked a memory of a poem I wrote for my girls over six years ago that, I believed, was trapped on a floppy disk from a program on an old computer that was non-retrievable. I did some searching and on a hunch I found it… in an old notebook, in ink, proof that occasionally a hardcopy backup isn’t a bad idea. A week late, but here is it.
Various Meals
“Don’t poke around now,
eat that yummy oatmeal.”I’ll use this spoon to build
a funky boat-meal.“It’ll warm you up inside
just like a coat-meal!”
Or dig a trench around it
for some moat-meal.“Stop gargling or you’ll block
your throat-meal!”If I toss it in the bath
will it float-meal?“No one ever asked you
for your vote-meal.”
Build a mountain from it
for your goat-meal.“If you’re late I won’t
write you a note-meal.”Nothing I hate more
(and you can quote-meal),Than to be forced to eat
this lousy oatmeal!
Ever since I was a kid I used to call it moatmeal, probably from deliberately digging a trench around it and then filling it with milk. I prefer chocolate chips now. Dark chocolate. Makes it healthier.
Poetry Friday is hosted by Dori over at Dori Reads. Lots of goodness there. Probably no oatmeal though.
Did you know that frogs like nothing better than some croak-meal? Fun poem! I’m glad you found it.
thanks, and that’s certainly no joke-meal!
Hee hee! What fun!
And such a great stroke of luck that you found it with so little digging. That is such a windfall. I love moments like that.
*adjusts bib*
My kind of poem-meal!
I’ve always loved oatmeal, no moats or boats or goats involved. This is just too much fun. SO glad you found it!
That was fun!
Great poem! After visiting Jama’s post, I’d say, bag the bowl of oatmeal and bake it up as cookies! (Definitely throw in the dark chocolate chips in that case!)
I’m giggling over here too! What playfulness and a perfect way to start the day over breakfast!
i have to say, y’all appreciated this poem far more than my girls ever did, though i have semi-converted them to calling it moatmeal. and they do insist on chocolate chips, much to their mother’s dismay…
David, your poem is FABULOUS.