Sitting at the dinner table anticipating,
four hungry eyes gaping at the
bowl of first fresh stalks of corn
this was the first of the harvest treat
Six hungry hands reached and grabbed
an ear to crunch with butter, salt and pepper
Mom was last, as always, to get the chance,
salivating, a slippery ear she picked
From hand to mouth, a short way
somehow , the ear slipped, hit the floor
splat it went and for the very first time
Mrs. Cleaver type mom dropped the F bomb
all coughing, all choked out corn in disbelief
Dinner went on, deafening silence was heard
stunned family ate, never in her life
had this woman said a nasty word
losing fresh corn had a cursing effect
Mom picked up the ear and went to the sink
she needed some time to recover herself
washed the corn, back to the table saying,
"Don't know were that came from, hmm, sorry."
From Mrs. perfect Cleaver
she changed into a real person "Mom"
even her husband shook his head
but they kept on eating smiling slyly
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| Writing Prompt |
Compose a FREE VERSE poem on the subject of MEMORIES.
Your poem must contain a MINIMUM of 8 lines--no limit on MAXIMUM.
POETRY ONLY--no structured form such as haiku, sonnet, etc.
***You may use 1 picture of your choice--NO animated images or words in picture.
***Author notes are acceptable.
***Your title and Dedication~~ IF you choose~~ MAY be included above text of poem (in the body of your poem).
***You may use ONLY I color font and ONLY I color background.
***Do NOT write a tribute to any member of FanStory past or present (no names or hints of identity).
***NO, NADA, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT
No animation, no 'memes' with picture, no music or videos.
***A MINIMUM OF FIVE ENTRIES REQUIRED BEFORE VOTING BEGINS.
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Author Notes
Actually, this did happen and the kids and my husband were shocked. Back in the seventies, profanity was a no, no. I was so embarrassed and this episode has never been forgotten
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