Have you ever seen
A skinny Italian cook?
I think long and hard
You must look.
For the food is divine
The smells extraordinaire
The experience of eating
Brings one where…
Have you ever seen
A skinny Italian cook?
I think long and hard
You must look.
For the food is divine
The smells extraordinaire
The experience of eating
Brings one where…
Beware — there’s
Always an agenda
Behind that glare.
It’s never really baleful…
Whining, talking, poking her nose
She also, annoyingly, loves to lick toes
Sometimes she sill won’t calm down
Dances around like a goofy dog-clown…
She was roaming the wood
Minding her own bliss
Skipping along as she should
So of course she missed
The Mighty Chigger Clan…
Counting calories.
Measuring thighs.
Fussing over jean size.
Image. Image. Image.
Culture.
Within. Without…
Greetings, I’m so happy you have stumbled upon my poetry page. So far I have six poems up on this website. Please enjoy them. — Helena