POEM: Cold Comfort Food and Baby’s Best
Here’s two writes for the CPC Friday Fling poetry challenge, where our topic is midwinter comfort food and the recommended format is a simple ABAB in some consistent cadence.
COLD COMFORT FOOD
When it’s cold outside
and snow’s on the ground
my stomach will guide
to comfort profound.
Cocoa in a mug
with crackers and cheese,
warms me like a hug
so my toes won’t freeze.
Hot turkey dinner
down at local pub,
always a winner;
good comfort food grub.
A pint of dark beer
sure hits Ithe right spot
feels like I’m warmer
though beer is not hot.
Risk of expanding
waistline is worth it.
My nature’s demanding
good tastes in surfeit.
Copyright January 16th 23012 RGD
BABY’S BEST
Hello there, can you guess
what my comfort food is?
If I do not confess,
I would bet you will miss.
I will give you a hint.
It goes down very smooth.
It’s the color of mint.
Good for those short in tooth.
Naw you would never guess.
But I’m not gonna tell.
Though when I fill my pants,
you might tell by the smell.
Copyright January 217th 2013 RGD