Food and Other Quirky Edibles

Food and Other Quirky EdiblesJennifer Algieri, Abby Drivere, Victoria SwagMoney

AcrosticDiabetes, too bad you have itOverweight, from eating so muchNothing good comes from itUnderstand this: it’s bad for youToo bad you’re eating that, not something good

BalladThe child explorer

her father bizarre

discovered a secret

as small as a star

Fairies of forests

inhabiting homes

a griffin of legend

the crudeness of gnomes

The pixies adored her

in presents the showered

the darling child

above them who towered

Unknown consequences

they brought her a sweet

the fairy’s created

delightful to eat

More delicious than power

more tempting than greed

she acquired a taste

for just fairy feed

Human food now stale

tasted sickly of sawdust

refusal to eat it

but eat it she must

The fairies are wicked

for they can’t understand

their help is more hurtful

than all in the land

Blank VerseSomething here is cooking.The freezer zone cool all around.And it spills it’s cool.Everywhere the food is sweating.When it leaves it’s home.Steaming food smells travel.

Sending sweet savory smells.The yelling of small children.Bidding in gaps of the shelves.Loaves baking in warmth.People leave for their cars.People come in again.And the cycle starts over.

CinquainSnap PopSnap CrackleSnap Crackle PopSee what I did there?Pop.

SnowAnd mintTogetherIn PeppermintCandy Canes and coldYes!

SweetTeeth breakCavitiesGingivitisUnavoidableSour

ElegyThe power went outI can’t cook with youI’m sorry I didn’t pay the billI need you microwaveYou not only warmed my foodYou warmed my heart.

Epic Part IThe story begins

At the edge of the wood

Where the Gingerbread Plum Trees

Grow. We started the journey

On rainbow steps

Through the pleasant oaks iced

with soft vanilla cream

that gave them the faces

with smiles they shared.

In that woodland of plenty

We crept on our way

‘til the woods turned sweet

and the air filled with

a peppermint scent.

The Candy Cane Forest we

came upon next and

were offered two peppermint sticks

to enjoy on our trip

to the throne of the Candy Land King.

We crunched through snow, more sugar

than ice, and proceeded

on our merry way.

The sticky surface

of the ground began

clutching our shoes as we moved ourselves past

the Gumdrop Pass.

The gooey sensation

stuck to our soles

with a temperate sun on

the jelly like buttons.

The drops paved the

path that we followed and lined

the walls of the

bridge in place of the usual

stones. A person behind us

called out to us claiming

the pass was reserved only

for those who landed

exactly on purple. Of course

we didn’t listen

and only ran faster

ahead, only to get

Stuck in the melted mess

of the gumdrop gluck

to wait until we could

pull ourselves free.

Released at last

we could continue forth

between licorice sticks woven

up to the sky. Lord Licorice’s

Castle the dreadful abode,

sat squat in the dreariness

of the dessert desert dunes

A place no one traveled

and no one returned.

But look, there are nuts

growing on stems

and a house, quite content

made of Peanut Brittle sits

comfortable in the mist

of a peanut butter fog.

Epic Part IIAvoiding the squirrels,

and the chatty Grandma Nut

we scampered forth

to the Lollypop Woods

where all will get lost

regardless of directions

or maps. So lost we did get

for some moments or so, before

finding the right way to go.

The lollypop flowers

were perfect for picking

and eating especially of course.

But we couldn’t fill up

for the best was yet to arrive.

Trotting through green fields

and colourful candies,

all of which we should have liked to try,

the air got much colder

and the winds grew much bolder

to reveal the Ice Cream Sea!

Behold! So majestic!

We paused for much longer

and skated across a frozen lagoon

where Ice Cream Snowmen waved

and rivers of soda accompanied

us as we shivered,

but still ate more.

Amidst brain freeze that warned us

not to over-eat sweets

we carried on

on our much warmer way.

The castle was distant,

but its outline appeared

yet the faster we ran

the less is came near

for the pathway was then blocked

by a Molasses Moat

whose fudgesicle bars

were only mal-par.

We got stuck only once

and were out in a pinch

before racing ahead to the gates

only to find

we had drawn the last card

which portrayed a picture of

Gingerbread Trees.

We groaned and we sighed

we had come of so close

but the card had been chosen,

so we had to obey

and were sent right in reverse

on our less merry way

to return to the start of the game.

EpistleDear French Fries,

Time I eat youAnd taste your warmth

I paid 2.19 for youI share with a friend

I lay my eyes upon youFrench fries

You’re warm and tastyWell the time has come to eat you

Your consumer,I really loved you forever and always,

Abby.

LimerickThere once was a small slab of hamThat rode to New York on a tramBut when he got offHe heard a small coughFrom a fork and a knife, “Well damn.”

The tale told of noble Sir GruffinTells of a chocolate chip muffinHe kicked it up highIt flew to the skyKilling 6 crows and a puffin

The snail had no finger or toeStill he found some way to sewSo the made him a patternWhen he died for the platter“It was your time to escargot.”

OdeStupid breeds stupid

Carelessness breeds recklessness

Eat four saltines in a minute

Glorious!

Love it!

Tried it

Failed

Those who never failed

Never did anything stupid

Still phenomenal

It was a cracker

And It rose to something more

How powerful our food becomes

When we have an abundance of it.

Swallow a spoonful of cinnamon

Ridiculous!

Impossible!

Did it anyway

Failed again

No one succeeded

But we tried anyway

The glory of a challenge

You challenged us

Risking our lives

For glory

For Saltines

And Cinnamon

Because you could never be boring

Cheers to the stupid

And the reckless

And the pointless

And the bold

Props to you

For becoming a trending tag

The respect I uphold

For crackers and spice

Is not something to shame

But something to marvel at

No one remembers me

The way they

Will remember you.

SestinaThe best part of eating candy

or really any kind of sweet

is the moment you first taste

it you know you’re in love

because there is a special quality of delight

in any treat that is perfectly superb.

But that brief encounter with the superb

is short lived with any candy

for there can only be momentary delight

in any morsel, sour or sweet

for despite all and any love

there is a temporariness to taste.

So we live on to try a new taste

something even more superb,

and perhaps, easier to love,

something not uncommon in candy

every piece more sweet

than the last, each causing more delight

But there is more to delight

than the pleasantries of taste

and the joy of something sweet

any food may be superb

but in candy

there is always love

That which reminds us in turn to love

and to share that which causes delight

be it candy

or otherwise related to taste

so long as it is superb

to others it will always be sweet

The special kindness of a sweet

is the expression is shows of love

to others we consider superb

and to ourselves which it delights

in the thought or in the taste

after all, we all love candy

The first bite is disgust or delight

But if there is thought behind the taste

We can endure any flavor of candy

SonnetLike the thick richness of marshmallow fluff

The honeydew son of perfection arrives

And a sugar sweet smile was simple enough

To melt me like butter and feel more alive

The glow of a dimple on one cherry cheek

The pureness of eyes, candy crystal in hew

Vanilla introversion keeps me meek

Stuck silent, in place, in peanut butter glue

Confectionary affection is shown to all

Anticipation builds like soda pop

Cinnamon dusted hair sifting through the hall

Music crescendos, strawberry blushing must stop

A rich chocolate voice compelling conversation

Me stuck speaking backwards with bubblegum frustration

VillanelleThey took from us man’s delight

The sweetest of all confections

The absence resulting in peril and blight

Once a gift from the almighty sprite

Only left now are its reflections

Of a treat that caused some a fright

The fear of choking seemed to ignite

A terror beyond all objections

To them a ban must be right

Never again to see the light

The Kinder Egg framed for defections

It left for the shade of the night

In lands to far for anyone’s sight

The chocolate treat past inspections

And in Europe received no slight

In spite of this blight

In my sweet recollections

One day I will travel by flight

And with my Kinder Egg reunite