First these little gems by the lovely Barry Wax:
“You will eat anything,” said the cow to the Billy Goat.
“Not at all,” the goat burped with the flavor of the shoe on his lips.
The cow munched on the cud and thought the remark over.
“I am not sure who is worse in habits, you or the pig?”
The pig looked up offended. “I admit I eat slop but the goat will eat the buttons off a coat and then the coat.”
“I have you all beat said the human. I will eat the goat, the cow and the pig.”
The three nodded in fear for they realized the human was the worse and hoped he would not pick one of them for dinner.
Fortunately goosey came by and within seconds became the bon appetite for the night.
The vegetable from outer space never eat meat.
And so the human race was not the dish it meant to eat.
The vegetable from outer space was reddish in color,
It had seven eyes, four ears and a dozen tiny, tiny feet.
The vegetable from space had blood the color of blue,
It breathed oxygen and gave out CO2 and in the air flew.
The vegetable from space had a high IQ and came for peace,
It landed in the city and a homeless man fined him and did eat.
No more vegetable from outer space, no more savior of mankind,
For the homeless man the vegetable from outer space was food and there was no meal line.
What is an olive?
It is a fruit from an evergreen tree.
It has yellow flowers.
It makes olive oil.
There are green olives and black olives.
It has the good fat.
It fights heart disease.
I like it in my salad.
I like it on my pizza.
Olives are great.
The pair of pears were juicy.
The melon ripe and moist.
The watermelon was sweet.
With the fruit we rejoice.
The energy flowed through us,
It was vital and strong.
We harmed nothing in this post,
We are like the earth reborn.
A salad is on my mind.
Crispy lettuce of any kind.
Cucumber sliced and scattered around.
A few placed olives to be found.
A celery stalk on both sides.
A cream sauce moving like the tides.
A slice of pickle.
To make my mouth tickle.
My taste buds tingle and wait,
Got to eat that salad, it looks first rate.
Thanks Barry 🙂
And this next poem, about the joy of the world around us and our connection to it,
was written by Tokoni Uti who also wanted to join in.
We are eating from the womb of the earth.
We are celebrating the patriots of birth.
We are dancing in her familiar rain.
And harvesting herbs for the healing of pain
The wrath of the sun kisses our shoulders.
And the caresses of the wind are getting bolder.
The whispers of the wind cries in our ears.
The call of the sea embraces our fear.
Thanks for your contribution Tokoni 🙂