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Eating Together by ~canticum:iconcanticum:



She yelps, and he cries
And we yell “Prayers” before we dine
You might not want it, but take a bite
Think of the starving children in Africa
Though at least
They’re not obese

Pass the hand gesture please
Which means napkin, as usual
When he actually meant milk
And nobody uses that tone of voice with me
Yum, aren’t you glad this is what you get?
At least nobody’s crying… yet.
©2008 ~canticum
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Er.. I think I screwed this one up..
Directions:
Think about your family's relationship with food. If you were asked to name one food you associate with our family or with your childhood, what would it be? How would you kitchen table describe your family's eating habits? Use these ideas to create a 9-12 line poem (unrhymed) that adresses the topic of "Eating Together" for your family.
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~DreamSkaype:iconDreamSkaype: Apr 8, 2008, 9:41:15 PM
Yes...this was quite an interesting poem to do =.=;;

Nice job though...!

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I will become the Chuck Norris of writing!

"Kingdom Surplus...lend me your boots!" ~Vokana 'n me!

"Your mother was a n00b, and your father smelled of epic fail!"

I am not a potato.
~canticum:iconcanticum: Apr 8, 2008, 10:10:53 PM
It doesn't actually describe what my family's like at dinner. I just pulled some interesting bits and made the rest up :P
Just don't tell my teacher!
~DreamSkaype:iconDreamSkaype: Apr 8, 2008, 10:16:28 PM
Ah okay.

*zips lips* I won' tell! D8

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I will become the Chuck Norris of writing!

"Kingdom Surplus...lend me your boots!" ~Vokana 'n me!

"Your mother was a n00b, and your father smelled of epic fail!"

I am not a potato.
~Tar1988:iconTar1988: Apr 9, 2008, 1:39:02 AM
I like this one a lot. The fast, incoherent thoughts make this one a fast read, and conveniently brushed up with your excellent style; this makes for a good poem. :+fav:

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F: Bernard, where's Manny ?
B: Him? He left, like I always knew he would. that's what people do when you love them, and nurture them.
F: You mean you sacked him.
B: There may have been an incident.

*Black Books

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