I often take pictures of food when sitting down to eat. Matters not where dinner takes place—at home, at someone else’s place, a restaurant or wherever, my trusty little camera or cell phone points and snaps at dishes for the fun of it. Good thing my subconscious must have known I would need dishes for this posting some day.
So without further ado… I give you the poem…
Food is My Enemy
Food is my enemy.
I do not understand.
No matter what portion I eat
I’m stuck at its command.
Delicious cheesecake prompts my hands to
Put more in my mouth.
Cheese potatoes taste so good I
Turkey drumsticks—chicken too
Make me feel good when I’m blue.
I just don’t know what to do.
Everywhere I go, there’s food.
You’re too skinny—eat—enjoy.”
Put some back—you’re getting fat.”
What direction should I take?
Fountains of punch overflowed,
Appetizers dressed with toad.
Pancakes,
Hotcakes,
Flapjacks,
What?
Cut them with a fork—
Add nuts
On top of maple syrup.
Drink tea in a fancy cup.
Food is my enemy.
Still I need it to grow.
Perhaps it will not puff me up if
I eat it very slow.
Written by R. Renée Bembry
April 12, 2013
I hope you enjoyed this silly poem about finding oneself surrounded by food. Of course it was filled with hyperbole but that made it fun to write.
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