Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

Author’s Note: If you’re reading this with a full belly, I apologize in advance. My poems have been known to cause sudden cravings, spontaneous fridge raids, and dreams of monkey bread. Proceed with caution — and maybe a snack.

“The Royal Food Feast: Flap Jack Friday!”

“Hey Jimmy! It’s flapjack Friday!”

“Saturday is also Apple Pie Day!”

Care to join me in a royal feast?

Have some eggs and toast at least?

“Sorry, Sam, not today.”

“I have baseball practice all day.”

That’s okay, then there’s more for me

Have a great day; the food is free.

As I wander out the door, I can smell the food

It’s putting me more into a hungry mood.

Many people are here waiting in line.

It’s moving fast, and that’s totally fine.

As I enter, I see many tables lined up;

Then handed a plate, silverware and cup.

I’m looking at all of them goodies, what a fare!

Sammy missed free food; seeing this, I don’t care.

They have scrambled eggs, and…huge flap jacks, too;

And some kind of liquid that is a pretty, royal blue.

There’re oranges, bananas, grapes and berries,

Cantaloupe, melons, and red Bing cherries.

Monkey bread, orange cranberry rolls,

Cinnamon buns and animal butter molds.

What a yummy, enhancing roll feast—

Need to get myself some, to say the least.

The closer I get, the hungrier I am;

I’ll eat hearty, if my name’s not Sam!

I smell bacon, sausage, and ham, too.

It’s all free for the taking for me and you.

I’ll try everything here. It’s all good — I’m hungry, let’s eat!

I want more than just a little; I’ll pile on the meat!

My nose is pulling me up to the food ahead;

Look at me, loving this big, delicious spread!

What to eat first; my mouth is watering, so,

Oh, my goodness, so much of a selection; I don’t know!

Do I take a bite of this, or a bigger helping of that?

I’m sure going to get rounder and twice as fat!

No time to waste, I moved right in;

Being a piggy, but moving like Rin Tin-Tin.

I slobber all over my nice clean self,

Just to add poundage to my belly shelf.

I don’t care that’s; just too bad;

My belly and I, sure, aren’t sad.

I ate too much; now my stomach is full;

That’s no lie, burp, and that’s no bull.

This was the feast of a lifetime; I invited Jimmy, too;

But he turned me down; now he’ll go, boohoo.

Now I’m so stuffed, ready for a nap, full to the brim,

I hope next time Jimmy comes with, he’s Mr. Slim.