9 posts tagged “food-ku”
2 pieces of cake,
Caramello bar, soda:
My breakfast. My bad.
&:o(
She says " Tacos, guys? "
Crisp, spicey, juicey, yummy.
My tummy says " Si! "
Gummyworm, squashed flat
in the Wawa parking lot:
I weep for your loss.
Since DKN suggested I write a Food-ku about my Senior Moment this morning ( I went to the dumpster and chucked a bag of trash in and also stupidly chucked in my bag of food & drink for the day too . . . ) I came up with this epic trilogy:
Into the dumpster:
the trash and also my lunch.
Starve YGRS. . .
heh-heh...
Makes me sound pretty pitiful, doesn't it???
But before you guys go sending care packages of food to me, ( believe me, I'm not REALLY going to starve ) let me try this again:
A Senior Moment:
Trash and lunch both gone. Next time
Think before you throw. . .
And unfortunately not even a homeless person could profit from my food if they found it there:
My frozen dinner:
Worthless to dumpster divers:
It needs to be nuked.
&:o)
Happy little eggz
Fryin' and smilin' for me.
I'm a eat u up!!
&:o)
Earlier this year, my daughter Sarah brought it to my attention that there was almost ALWAYS a collection of bags and suitcases sitting on the sidewalk in front of the McDonalds on Germantown Avenue in Chestnut Hill. I started to notice that she was correct --- morning, afternoon, evening, the same bags were almost always there. There were about a dozen of them --- all in good shape --- one was an orange backpack, another was a navy blue suitcase with wheels & it usually had a long wool coat draped over it's handle. There was never anybody around, just the dozen or so bags neatly sitting there next to the curb, in the middle of very busy suburban Philadelphia PA.
Sarah and I used to try to guess why the bags were there. Sarah always said that she thought it was some kind of police "sting" that when you'd stop to look in the bags or take their contents, the cops who had been secretly watching would jump out of hiding & WHISK you away in their police car, sirens howling . . .
I wondered if maybe it was some kind of Performance Art --- or a study to see how many people ignored the bags or how many looked inside, or how many TOOK the bags or their contents . . .
Maybe it was Candid Camera --- maybe Aliens --- ANYTHING we could come up with just sounded stupid.
My best friend said he thought it was homeless people's stuff. I told him THAT sounded stupid, too, because why would homeless people just let their stuff sit there day after day...month after month...?
One day, it finally got the best of me. I went inside the McDonald's and asked the woman working behind the counter WHY the bags were always out front.
She smiled as if she had been dealing with that question for a long time and quietly shifted her glance behind my shoulder, telling me to discreetly look. I did, and there were two obviously homeless women sitting at a table right next to a big window that looked directly out onto the luggage. Both of the women looked older than me. They both were dressed in multiple multiple layers of clothing --- items draped over & over each other, thick and uncomfortable looking. They both had scarves AND woolen hats on their heads, with a straw hat topping all of the other ones. Their exposed hands and faces looked worn and dried-out. They either had layers of old makeup on their dry faces or it was just layers of dirt that had attached itself there.
The women were allowed to come into McDonalds but they weren't allowed to bring all of their posessions in with them. So every day, they arranged their bags outside so that they were easily visible from inside and then the women came inside to spend their day waiting/sitting at a table. No food, just waiting/sitting, talking quietly to each other. They had been told that they could spend a certain amount of time there and then would have to leave for a certain amount of time, but then they could come back again. So this was how they spent their days.
So the Guessing Game regarding the Mystery Bags outside McDonalds instead became a Daily Reminder of how even in Chestnut Hill, with it's rolling wooded community covered with gorgeous mansions & cobblestone streets, there are still people who have nowhere to be, no safe home to sleep in at night, people who have to lug their possessions every single place they go every single day, and even if they're sitting inside a heated/air conditioned McDonalds each day, they're not there to buy a Happy Meal.
Here's my Food-ku:
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In the Land of Plenty, Under the Golden Arches
Inside McDonalds
two homeless women sit at
a foodless table.
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Old Age setting in?
Heartburn. Gas. Indigestion.
Tums are my new friends . . .
&:o(
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Here is my cat Wembley's very first Food-ku EVER !
I put a surprise
on your pillow to say thanks
for my crappy meal.
=^;^=
Circle-K weiner
gives me gas as I also
buy gas for my car.
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