I couldn’t resist a second helping of this week’s Sunday Whirl.
So this is my version: the Wednesday Whirl.
Please indulge me in a moment of silent regurgitation…
The Sunday Whirl The Wednesday Whirl blog invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word.
This week’s words are:
Another slice of pie, said I
(A Serving Song)
There’s never enough soup to go around
and never quite enough dishes.
The cook’s in the kitchen
With sweating brow
As we sit here a’wishin’.
We cut our lettuce
And ask for dressing
With spit and pulsing minds,
And pray that you will get the message
At least a thousand times.
With thunderous voice
And none’s the charm,
This front we boldly mount.
With faces red, we damn demand
And add now to the count.
Another slice of pie, we cry.
Another slice of the pie.
The cook’s in the kitchen slaving for us
And we want to tell him why.
And we’ll give him a high five.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 