haiku>humor

You know how you walk to the store on your

 Presbyterian bad knee for some of that spring mix salad,

then it turns all brown and soggy?

Cookies don't do that!

Reviews

[Beccy]

What's bad for you is almost always the more desirable; such a paradox. Bit like when you say to a child, 'don't touch that stove darling, it's hot;' Next thing, is a loud howl and a blistered fingertip. I know, I have been that mother. :))

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

I know that mother too, my love. immaturity is tireless. Thanks for the visit and happy holidays to you and that little man of yours....dana

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha no they don't do they ;) unless you are a Baptist Dunker ...hell of a thing about those spring salads ... had the same problem with my baby spinach and kale ... just could not eat it fast enough .. happened to get talking about it with a physical trainer (not mine) and he said he simply froze it ... took it out when needed .. a great idea .. works fantastic ... especially if you stir fry ;) great read for me ma'am!
E.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Haiku I am taking is ironic? Like the short punchy and defiant nature of this as it screams independence and free will from decisions and religion!

[h d e rushin]

yes it is about independence. I was in Walmart this morning and the women in front of me had two grocery baskets full to the top and overflowing. Cookies, cakes, bacon, soda pop, chips, ice cream, candies...you name it. When I left I said to myself, "damn, she must of needed some real comforting". lol. thank you my friend...dana

[CD Campbell]

I'm Presbyterian and I feel offended being mentioned in the same poem as soggy lettuce. I think if you buy it in those plastic containers, it happens sooner than on the vegetable stand. I know more baptists who are soggy than I. I like this haiku. I did my best, Dana. CD

[h d e rushin]

no offense CD. I wish I had more luck with my relationships than with my choices for sustenance. Gwendolyn Brooks wrote "where does the poem end and the person begin" ? She meant the mordant distress from the guilt of past wrongs; the hindrance of our penitence. You know I hate haiku. I hate it because it reminds me of half a song, or a song with cut off lyrics. The paradox of this poem is that there is no real comfort in the recollection of your former self. Waist lines have increased. Buts have grown larger. Sag is both effortless and unwilled.. Eventually we give in to the reward of giving in: to cookies, to bad relationships, to our soggy dreams....thanks for your comments my friend...dana

[CD Campbell]

No offence taken. Feeling a little dull lately, hence the half a*s review. Your the best, D.

[Delmar Cooper]

The allegations that cookies are not "good" for you are unfounded. I enjoyed your poem.

[h d e rushin]

I've fallen in love with oatmeal-raisin cookies and it was an easy love. There was no opposition nor remonstrations for my advance. It was love at first site...thanks for your wonderful insight my friend...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

cookies on the computer do...but that's a whole 'nother story altogether...
but i will take Pepperidge Farm Nantucket Dark Chocolate Chip cookies any day over what's good for me to eat...so there.
now i want a cookie...
j.

[h d e rushin]

I'm going to try those. They sound scrumptious. thanks brother...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

to me they are addicting....so good...let me know what you think if you do try them...

[Robert Trakofler]

LOL nothing worse than a limp and soggy cookie.... I always say :)

[h d e rushin]

there is nothing worse than a limp and soggy anything my friend....thanks Bad.....dana