Category Archives: Dialogue poetry

indignant breakfast

me wus , i profess, perfectly happy

as bread

but instead me gets sliced and stuffed

under a red hot grill til i’m toast!


wusn’t it ‘nuff me got pummeled ‘n punched

when me wus just a bit of dough

— me didn’t need that!

and unceremoniously shoved in an oven

— me actually loved that!

i rise under torture a beaut!

but toast?!

an insult

even if some like it hot, up to a point, me don’t

aaargh, nearly burnt


ahhhhh, smooth sooth meeee

with butter and jam


what’s this…?

teeth! struth!

i can’t believe it!

what new hell is……


not a haiku


NaPoWriMo day 20 prompt

write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food. It could be a favorite food of yours, or maybe one you feel conflicted about. I feel conflicted about Black Forest Cake, for example. It always looks so pretty in a bakery window, and I want to like the combination of cherries and chocolate . . . but I don’t. But how does the cake feel about it?