Ode to Oatmeal

Oatmeal, how nice you are to me.
Almond bits a bit of maple syrup?
To me that is delish.
Me, you know the one who eats you for breakfast?
Evenly heated in a microwave of my choosing you are
Always warm and tasty,
Love, lust, call it what you will.

Ode to Homemade Yogurt

Its been a while Homemade Yogurt...
I've sorta been seeing someone else.
Well..... more like someone-s plural.
Relax, calm down... I know.... I, know.
Mainly it was just one other yogurt.
I just needed to make sure you were really the one.
Look, I love you, but you're not like the other yogurts, with their stabilizers and their fancy additives.
It's hard out there for a single guy with all of the other yogurts.
They're all so easy, just throw money at them and they go home with you.
All the exotic choices.
But....
You're simple, and I can spice things up however I want with you.
Sure, the relationship takes a lot more work than with the other yogurts.
But I feel so much better about you in the end.

Ode to 6 months of Doom

For six months you forgot
exactly what you thought
you were doing with you
your goals held so true
Were left aside,
and meanwhile, your hide
got bigger and bigger
so much so that it triggered
a resurgence of care
plucked seemingly out of thin air,
for eating steamed veggies, fruit,
and things more like protein shakes instead
of bread, pasta, cheese, fat and bread,
and bring home a sense that I ought
to forestall this temporary feeling of pants too tight,
and spread joy and not the doom.

Ode to Some Dropped Apples:

It seemed rare to find in this particular place,
apples of your standing and grace.
And in my joy of such a find,
I make a mistake. A totally understandable mistake.
Unforeseen, and minor to some....
To me, it was unfortunate.
Well that is to say my hands were filled with bags of peaches and nectarines.
So when I added four or five huge apples to the bag.
I dropped it.
And in your sickly fall I heard the imminent smushing.
and then...
Well... I heard the smushing.
But I bought you anyway,
because who leaves a bag of smushed apples for the grocery to deal with?
So now, eating you, crispy and fresh,
is a little bit like eating a puzzle.
As I stuff you into muzzle,
I turn and look, feel, poke, prod, only to discover,
that like us all,
your faults make your sweet bits... that much better.

Ode to Some Coffee:

Why do you build me up
Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down, let me down??
Oh to love my coffee brown,
and a scoop of protein just to go around.
Two large mugs,
chug-a-lugged,
My tummy aches,
time to put on the breaks
and no more coffee for me.
Why do you build me up,
Don't break my heart!!!

Ode to some Haricot Vert:

Aubergine...
No, with her I have no affair.
'Tis only with you,
Haricot.
What fair recompense your sweetness is,
I shan't forbear from proclaiming my love.
but i find myself wordless,
my mind and tongue clamped,
barred, shut from proper use,
like mole eyes,
sudden to the sun,
Comme le lapin, je mâche
Le Sigh.