It’s not quite Thursday yet…

But here’s my food poem.

Ohio’s Butter Cow

He stands austere
behind glass, growing soft
despite refrigeration,

and we watch his back
begin to bow as we eat
elephant ears, hot dogs,
and fried pickles.  Smacking

our lips at the tartness of it all,
your face contorts as I tell you
that all that butter
flew all the way here
from Texas. 

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3 responses to “It’s not quite Thursday yet…

  1. Ha – that’s pretty clever. I love the ending – not what’s expected, even the yummy butter isn’t what it seems.

  2. I wrote about butter this week, too.

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