How long its been my long lost.
Crisp, sweet, cold.
You become morning breakfast.
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A slapdash flight into a world of poems that should not exist. Big Red, a lone crusader championing the cause of the the fruits, the veggies, against criminal foods who operate in a world above the healthy diet.
Forsooth, tis me, me thinks
- Big Red
- Los Angeles, Califonia, United States
- One man, one mission, to lose weight and the flights of fancy into the world of the food that he eats.
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A Manual--- Wait... an explanation... well something to explain this blog a bit.
To the left what you'll find,
is a group of poems. Of varying sorts and kinds.
Some breaking all the rules of poem-dom.
There are rules of writing poems. Aren't there? Hmmm...
Anyway the point here is what you'll see below,
are poems about foods I ate.
It is not a random collection of foods, a collection left agape,
about my battle grand with my weight and its swords
in the medical and epicurean sense of the words.
In a way, this chronicles my battle to eat well,
to put it in a nutshell.
Ain't that swell?
is a group of poems. Of varying sorts and kinds.
Some breaking all the rules of poem-dom.
There are rules of writing poems. Aren't there? Hmmm...
Anyway the point here is what you'll see below,
are poems about foods I ate.
It is not a random collection of foods, a collection left agape,
about my battle grand with my weight and its swords
in the medical and epicurean sense of the words.
In a way, this chronicles my battle to eat well,
to put it in a nutshell.
Ain't that swell?
This is Dov Hirsch with Crop To Cuisine radio in Denver, CO. We are looking to see if you might be interested in contributing food poetry for our show, on-air and online. Please contact me at your earliest to discuss further.
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