Poetry Friday: “Mud Pies for Sale!”
I was just looking back over some of my recent Poetry Friday posts and noticed a plethora of deep, sensual, or poignant poems. (Well, except for last week’s homage to the next Super Bowl champions, the Baltimore Ravens)
Time for some silly.
We had insanely strong winds here yesterday – over 50 mph gusts – and even now, they’ve only died down to about 30 mph. These were accompanied by heavy rainfall in the early morning hours and far-above-seasonal temperatures resulting in a giant, mushy mishmash of messy mud.
But I do have to admit, the dirt-speckled, half-molten snow definitely set off the more earthy, monochromatic tones of the rest of the scenery.
You’ll understand, then, why I thought this would be an appropriate poem to share. It’s something I wrote two years ago, but for which I have yet to find a home. I’m thinking of including it in my ‘food’ poetry collection (oh, yes , there’s a manuscript for that, already), just to be cheeky. Hope you like it! And for all of today’s Poetry Friday shenanigans, visit the Gang o’ Six at Teaching Authors!
“Mud Pies for Sale!”
Mud pies for sale, mud pies for sale!
All made from scratch, fresh from the pail!
We use the finest mud and weeds
To satisfy your mud pie needs.
The dirt is dug right from the ground;
It’s mixed with water, stirred around,
Then baked beneath the sun above
And set before you here, with love.
You’ll find no other pies in town
This muddy or this shade of brown;
Disgusting? Gritty? Do not frown –
Here, have a drink to wash it down!
If you don’t want what we’ve displayed,
You may not like the lemonade.
- © 2012 Matt Forrest Esenwine