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Food & Poetry – My Favourite Things

3 Aug

Rallentanda’s latest prompt was to write a poem in the style of Pablo Neruda and add a sprinkling of Spanish. I have two sprinkles; I had a third but I wedged it in and it didn’t work so I decided to take it out and just explain to Rall that I’m not keen on Spanish food. Every word counts in a poem and if it’s not working it needs to come out.

My other problem is that I don’t know Neruda’s work, so I took the original of the example given here and played around with it:

After Pablo Neruda’s Ode To Tomatoes

happily, it is red,
the best onion.
to savour the taste
we
garrote
the carrot.
cherry tomato,
child of the vine;
hard to halve.
peppers –
hola!
for taste
(salt takes a siesta).
it is the salad
of the day.

We’re Not Buying, Thanks

3 Aug

The Hub has come up with a new way to see off doorstep peddlers.  I saw through the window that the street was flooded with a blue fleece-wearing cartel of salespeople and I just wasn’t in the mood to stand on my step arguing that I didn’t need insurance/newspapers/gas/electricity/broadband/phone/Sky+ etc., so I told the Hub I was going to write a note saying, Got no money; please go away, and push it through the letterbox to our caller.  The Hub thought that was lame and wanted to use a succinct Anglo-Saxon phrase he’s fond of, but I wouldn’t allow it; these tiresome people are just trying to make a living and it’s a thankless job at the best of times because the Hub isn’t the only person who speaks Anglo-Saxon.  He suddenly started giggling to himself and wrote something that no-one could object to.  When the inevitable knock came he passed it through the letterbox.  The salesman didn’t get a sale from us but he did walk away laughing at the Hub’s note: Have you got my wooden leg?  

I liked it so much that I have decided to keep a selection of notes ready for future callers.  Any suggestions?

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