Poetry

[triskellian]

Today is National Poetry Day, apparently. Five minutes on the site hasn't made me any the wiser about what I'm supposed to do to mark the occasion, but it has revealed that the theme is food. Thirty seconds talking to the girl at the next desk reveals that we can each remember one poem about food (and, oddly, we each know the one the other remembers).

I thought of Wendy Cope's The Uncertainty of the Poet:

I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.

A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
Very bananas.

Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a 'very.'

I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?

And she thought of This Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams:

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Can you guys with your collective wisdom tell me some more poems about food? Or if you're feeling creative, write one ;-)

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[bibliogirl.livejournal.com]

Pam Ayres also did a poem which starts something along the lines of:

Don't serve me no more of that Irish Stew, Alice
You know it makes me pace the kitchen floor

and then wanders off into a hymn to the delights of old-fashioned puddings. Google is being uncooperative.