(From November 2018 through March 2019, I wrote one poem a day for 100 days at my Facebook page. While I get my act together to return to ranking things, I will be reprinting the poems here. I’m currently writing another 100 poems. Rankings will resume soon)
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Before you start your journey
Consider tonight’s dinner
Don’t you think unseasoned food is bland?
Every night, we have plain chicken
For once, it would be nice to have flavor.
Grant, I know you’re friends with Lyle.
He runs that spice booth? At the fair?
I think you should approach him
Just walk right up and ask advice
Knowledge is a precious thing
Lyle can tell you what goes well with chicken
Maybe cumin or the stuff that tastes like soap
No I can’t remember what it’s called – saffron?
Over at the fair you can find dozens of spices
Please, Grant, just this one take a chance
Quit being so bland all the time
Respect my need for more adventure
Sadly, I can tell you’re not going to follow through
Tough luck then, Grant, it’s over
Until you can bring a little more spice into our lives
Veer away from my door upon your return
We will not let you in
Xerox my picture because that’s all you’ll have
You can wander the Earth in silence
Zero love you’ll get from this heart so true
(A alphabet poem, originally published here on December 18, 2018)