Fajita Poetry

From an Instagram post-

In honor of Bad Poetry Day and National Fajita Day, both on August 18, I present to you:

 

Ode to a Fajita by Kristin Telford

 

Your colors brown and green.

Your taste a spicy blend of seasonings. Oh, the seasonings. That cumin, chili powder, and all the rest.

I must eat you. I must eat. I must. I.

Fajita.

Here's a bonus poem written by my husband: 

Ode to Sleeping on the Couch

Your hair cascades down your scalp like a mudslide.

Your eyes glitter like the shiny underside of a soda can.

Your nose sits in the middle of your face pointing outward

Your lips are soft like two moist slugs

Your chin sits forward from your face like a comfortable porch swing.

Bad Poetry Day 2016

Up the mountain

To the summit we climbed.

Sometimes deer,

Sometimes cows,

Sometimes bicycles we passed. 

Up the mountain

To the place of trails we waited

And waited

And waited

And ate chips

We followed the trails to find the birds.

Not three-toed, but hairy, the woodpeckers we found

Some mystery birds and juncos, too.

No more as the noise of whining occurred.

Down from the mountain we finally came.

Cows we passed

Again

and again.

Home, we arrived. 

The parents napped.

The children vegged.

The poem ended.

Bye, Summer Vacation

The kids and I decided to end Summer vacation the way we started it.  By going to play at a park.
First day of summer vacation:

Last day of summer vacation:

We also had ice cream which we didn't have the first day of vacation.

And since August 18 is Bad Poetry Day, there were bad poems written
by Nichole:
There was a glutton whose name was Ramone,
No doubt 'bout it, he was horrid.
True, the ladies loved him, the old crone.
This is his story, that glutton Ramone.
The thought of him makes me morbid.

by Jr.:
My mind is completely blank
I thought it stank.
I bout a lock picking kit
and that was it.
The End
No time to comprehend
These words I'll smother
in not, so you're my
evil mother!
I like erasers
if not, GIVE ME TAZERS!!!
I will make you morbid,
in not, horrid.
Once upon a time,
I will make you rhyme!

and by Jeremy:
The little green frog
Sat on a log
Eating all the flies that came.
When along came a spider
Which sat down beside her
And ate the frog because it was a big nasty bird eating spider like they have in Australia, the kind that makes you think of Shelob from the Lord of the Rings- Not Lord of the Flies which is a completely different book devoid of spiders. It has flies though. Speaking of flies, they remind me of a poem I once wrote.

The little green frog
Sat on a log
Eating all the flies that came.
When along came a spider
Which sat down beside her
And ate the frog because it was a big nasty bird eating spider like they have in Australia, the kind that makes you think of Shelob from the Lord of the Rings- Not Lord of the Flies which is a completely different book devoid of spiders. It has flies though. Speaking of flies, they remind me of a poem I once wrote.

The little green frog
Sat on a log...