February 5, 2012
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time softens
an OLD poem mine- then the newer version.
the purpose of the redo is to see if I can’t have an easier meter- I rpeserve best I can the recip but I’m sure i lose some of somethin something
it hapens. Sing to me of spuds, browned by coal-red light
Steaming hot vapors, Rising to the sky
Eve’ning Chill beck-ons, Moonbeam’s silvered bright
Scheming up visions, not of what to fry
Just wipe me one clean, seeing glinted gleams
Trust your oven’s roar, heating up for more
More of what but stuff, stuffed with soured cream
Maybe butter or, maybe salt from shore
Cut down its middle, revealing each half
Scoop out and drizzle, dollop and dust thus
Stirring in liquid to smooth out the path
Sailed in crisp boats, this delightful must
Romancing tummy, which warms many hearts
Those echoing mem-ries tossed in the cart.(for a prairie home companion’s a bed of roses contest and I am Kiss)
February-March 2009 to now of 2012
NEW! Sing To Me Of Spuds.
Sing to me of spuds done by coal-red Light
Bring for me that taste blazingly yummai
Ding! goes dinner's YELL well, it's time to Eat
Treat me to stuffed sin trimmed and all in cheese
Speak with reverence whence bacon is seen
Bring to me that taste blazingly yummy
Take it out after sixty so to make
break with knife in half; grab out guts, yes take
Make them mix with salt garlic cheese and moo
Through spoon's mashing mush lusciousness ensues
Do bite in for mmm's delight against chills
Eve'ning's ink blanket can have this warm thrill
Kill not your budget, but hunger desp'rate
Yes, Sing to me Spuds - Done up right to-night.
Comments (8)
Both versions sure sound good to me!
(phone call interruption). What a way with words!
The most important thing to know is that now I want a baked potato! Heh. I’m not sure which I like best. The important thing is which one you like best. peace & smiles
I kinda like the first version…and yes, now I want a spud!
@bluezenith - quintessential to my “style” is a whacked out over the top way with uber deswcription. not quite making sense is an effective part of my charm
I so can dig it “” so to speak. so yes understand that the first poem is me while the second is watered down no matter how “technically better”
@peacenow - oh lol I gave up caring years and minute so to speak ago- it’s just an exercise who i am now versus then
hung to ya or….a spend… if howefer you were hear today is would chicken wings 
bedcause that’s today’s actual offering and jac daniels – not my favorite but many eole I know’s 
.. which means half a bottle sits some wher eelse and I’m pulling on a pyramid brand aricot ale or half of the fuel that is a fancy black and tan.
@songoftheheart - no matter how good or bad I am at word the very fact you ar saying you are hungry for what the poem is after both one and two is the oint
I like both of these and I LOVE a baked spud…a boiled spud…a fried spud…a french fried spud…You get the picture!
Nothing better than a baked potato with all your fav toppings!
HUGS to you, Tater!
@AdamsWomanFell - no matter how hard I try to think of what toppoing you could be to follow the joke there is room for a beating about saying something awry. your picture on crushed red pepper well at least your hot
but crushed… nah, nex rewords. red pepper flake.. hot but you reserve the last word for the truly deserving… the grated cheese… well you are cheesey- you’d grant me that one but you know I don’t find you annoying enough tocall you grating/frated. and before you say it- you’re are rarely even sorta possibly near being confused with less than gracious so it isn’t ingrate cheese either. sourcream…reserved for nasty guy joke, just cheese nah you’ve always been. pork product topping then I have to call you trefe you at least shower…and then the messy/fat jokes… ug… if you’ll forgive me 
chicken… otherwise light healthy as choices go might get pecked 
but just think of the oh lordy pictures you could accessorize? beeny t-shirted you could be the beeny hen this can work both ways benny hill or benny hinn first being naughty, second being a tv preacher 
next the joke is abvious you aren’t foul but you can be fowl 
bwok and you can sure cluck. is this enough epiphany for ya to laugh or do you want to offer me some mor rope and at a noosey discount?
That’s one sexy spud!
@heart_beep - :) too bad it wasn’t what the contest wanted at the time lol shucks
oh well in the themed vain that I give you the recipe in the poem 
I suppose I get to be the WUINNING soul at recreating yesteryear poetic devices 