odious ode

(recipe for disaster in quatrain verse)


Slow cook this hearty hot porridge,

stir in sweetest honey and cream;

if bears come to breakfast, oh horridge,

we shall hear dear Goldilocks scream.


blond trespasser flees cottage in rush–

Papa growls over cooled bowls of mush:

“On warm servings of girls and oatmeal put dibs,

they’re both full of fiber and will stick to your ribs!”


photo credit: Quaker Oats (an Iowa based company)



Just for fun response to

Tweetspeak poetry prompt

to write ode to a favorite cereal


(photo credit:  www.quakeroats.ca)