Baked chicken breast
No skin, no bone, no sauce
Surrounded by steamed
Carrots and squash.
The meat is moist
Yet bland.
With every bite I take
It whispers,
"You're on a diet,
You can't deny it,
And the lust in his eyes
Has vanished."
Why do I put up with this?
I should have gotten the bratwurst--
It never talks back.
--Dani Sanders 25 Jul 2006
10 comments:
I enjoyed your poem. I really like how the chicken breast talks. Very funny.
"You're on a diet,
You can't deny it,
And the lust in his eyes
Has vanished."
I like the turn here, revealing what the poem's really about. Nicely done!
:) Nice job.
I really related to this one--my mother was on every diet in the world and so, by extension, so was I. It took me until I was in college that I realized chicken didn't need to be dry and stringy. Oh, yes, and tasteless.
:)
go for the bratworst.
"You're on a diet,
You can't deny it,
And the lust in his eyes
Has vanished."
What is bratworst? (A kind of sausage??)
This poem is funny and says it all!
is there a hidden meaning in that bratwurst...Being a good geman american..I can tell you a good sausage is better then a hen...anyday. Live Eat Savour...and buy food that lose their tudes!
Hilarious! Go bratworst!!! LOL
Clever
Oh, yes, you can be sassy with the plain chicken breast, but watch out what you say to those bratwurst. They are Teutonic, you know..
Guffawed out loud. Good stuff.
nice poem. as a previous dieter, I can totally relate!
I agree with Twitches. Nice twist in the middle of the poem. Didn't expect the poem to go there but happy that it did.
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