Hey FB friends, I wrote another poem. It is about Irish Stew. In fact, it is called Irish Stew. I want to put it here for yall to read. it has a certain rhythm to it, as all poems do. And, every word at the end of each line will rhyme with stew, all the way down. I do this as a challenge to myself to come up with that many words that rhyme. I hope you like it. Here tis: Irish Stew I wish I had a bowl of hot and hearty Irish stew I want some bad, I need it now, you know, I really do! Id eat it up, each tasty bite, no doubt this much is true and I would not save any at all, my friend, for little you Id eat it while Im sitting in the local chew and brew Id eat it in Indiana, while attending Perdue U. Id eat it with the animals, that are living in the zoo Id eat it in my little home while sitting on the lou Id love to eat it with my chums, known as my old home crew Id love to eat it with one so dear, my lovely sister Sue Id love to eat it with my love, she is my one true blue Id even love to eat it with that whale we call Shamu Id eat it from a big ol pot of cheesy, French fondue Id surely eat it from an empty jar of sweet Ragu Id even eat it from a bowl thats made of wood, bamboo? I just might try and eat it from a nasty old gym shoe (ewwwww!) Id eat it til the fog drifts cross the dark and swampy slough Id eat it til the morning sun breaks forth, comes shining through Id eat it til our Dr. Seusss Horton hears a who Id eat it til I ate it twice, oh wow, its deja vu What makes me crave a dish so unlike chicken cordon bleu I really think that maybe, yes, I just might have a clue Why do I want this stuff thats known as good old Irish Stew? I think its cuz, now it has to be, that hey, Im Irish too TJ Whetstone November 20, 2014
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 23:43:38 +0000
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