I swallow pride and choke on crow
Familiar with their bitter taste
Now salt my wounds and just desserts
Don’t chew the fat, no time to waste.
I fill my plate prepared to dine
On lemons life has handed me
Please pass the bowl of sour grapes
Washed down with dregs of lukewarm tea.
Too many cooks have spoiled my broth
The milk is spilt, I cry and stew
I walk on shells, egg on my face
The half-baked cookie crumbles, too.
Revenge served cold, my favorite dish
The leftovers will keep always
My goose is cooked, I’ll eat my hat
I’m dining out on this for days.
I absolutely love this. What a wonderful (and powerful) collection of idioms.
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Thanks. I sort of got on a roll. Er, not that kind of roll.
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I liked this poem! It has such distinct imagery, and you’ve used so many quotes!
Found your blog via #yeahwrite . Glad I did 🙂
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I’m glad you stopped by. Yeah write is a great way to meet writers.
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Love it!
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I do so love food metaphors. And you hit them all!
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I confess that I Googled “food sayings” so I could finish my last stanza, so I can tell you that there are many, many more metaphors left for future poems.
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Reading this poem was so much fun. I had to reread it a couple of times to make sure I caught all the idioms. I admire your ability to include so many and still make your poem a cohesive whole with a central theme and a gratifying rhythm. Very, very clever.
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Thanks. I wasn’t sure if I had achieved cohesion, so I appreciate the feedback.
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