This is for all the "men" at the
"Creek Cave Poetry Recitial".
Stony, Buckskin Snaggle Tooth and of course PeeWee......
White mold, black spots........
My name is Charlotte, I am silky and smooth,
can slink, slither and sometimes fly.
Finding a corner my silken web I weave,
to trap all your cheese right before your eye.
My fur is worn and a bath I have not,
there must be something better, this cave is dank.
Filled with foul odors I dare not mention,
Buckskin, Snaggle Tooth, Stony, PeeWee
pulls rank.
Did anyone bring candles to light our way?
So cold, dark, is the firewood inside?
I know there be paper, anyone have a match?
You all better be careful, might singe my hide.
Interesting you would want cheese in
this cave,
a good friend of mine has a beauy mark
of red.
There are others I know, will spin any design,
especially one with a yellow band on her head.
Another spins her web into tiny, shiny pearls,
down the back of your neck or in
Snaggle Tooth's draws.
PeeWee's fangs do not scare me one bit,
Buckskin just hold on, you are no match with
those paws.
Cottage, Romano, Provolone, Ricotta
and Swiss,
my friends and I will gather up your cheese.
As it begins to turn color and stink up
your cave,
white mold, black spots, a raw stench if
you please.
Coyotes and wolves will begin to circle,
all the while howling at such a
wretched smell.
Hunt and search, but never enter the cave,
for as they circle closer their eyes begin
to swell.
They do not know I have it all wrapped in
my web,
unless I release it none of you will be fed.
You best beware before taking that first bite,
that stinky cheese is rotten, you will be
sick instead.
a very delightful and descriptive poem in detail of such simply delightful food to which you have described all possibilities along with some of natures wonderous and of course ichy creatures,,very well done...blessings Cecil
Reviewed by chris stienstra (Reader)
Reviewed on October 1, 2007
Karen,
Another wonderful journey through your words and verses.
I hope everybody finds "their" cheese.
My very best
Chris
Hi Karen...I mean Charlotte...all the girls are dressing up like Barbie and we're haunting all the cavemen's dreams with the music to ZZ top, oh! and Larry Grunewald is having a grape stomping Harvest Festival, where your matches and/or paper will work everytime you want to light anybodys fire!
P.S.I found a new deterrent for those odors!
(I'll get back to you)
Nice, Karen! and a fine contribution to the challenge...Nasty Charlotte...I think I will stay well away from that stinky cave, thank you very much!!
Take care,
Sherry
Silky Charlotte, go make canapés with that cheese of yours because you are crackers!!!!! paper? matches? where do you think you are, in the bronze age? we are Neanderthals from the STONE AGE!!!!!
That's the kind women PeeWee invited? he is bonkers too.
the Elder
Karen, this is a hoot! I've got tears running down my cheeks...I've decided I'll bring my spittoon and snuff and my ole hound dog who loves smelly feet. Really got a kick out of this!
I-spi is great in this write, Karen. Conjures so many angles on the whole cave existence... the dirt, the dark, the company, the dangers, the... cheese... Even spiders know that mold has its pride of place and is to be protected at all cost... if it is the right type... like penicillin bacteria... Have you woven your web with Alexander Phlegming's spittle by any chance?? :)) K xx
Good poem, good allegories, Karen. I enjoyed it. I did think that I hoped the Peewee was Peewee Ed, but it can't be. He skinny dips to get rid of mold. Made me hungry for good cheese...Jerry
These cheezy characters showing up on AD are fascinating. Your humorous poem fits the mood for the cave party very well. All them thar cheese eaters er gonna have'm some bad constipation.
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on September 29, 2007
What a 'cultured' poem you've created (lol) - loved the whimsy write. Hugs Panda :)
Charlotte, I think I'm in Love! Finally, a female who understands we Cave Poets - worn fur, no bathing, odor, and stinky cheese!! You are most welcome at the Creek Cave Poetry Recitals, and your cheese poem has been duly entered into the 'Cheese Poem of the Year' Competition.
If only more could just see, with your spidey eyes!
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on September 28, 2007
Ahhhh...Karen...but when that 'mold' creates some of the most luscious wines and mushrooms in the world...how good it is!
I guess there is a positve to every negative...right?
Judging by our A.D. offerings tonight, we are pretty much on the same plane, girl.
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Another wonderful journey through your words and verses.
I hope everybody finds "their" cheese.
My very best
Chris
Vesna:)
bill
LOL, I think Ed was dropped on the head at birth..lol
Take Care, Christine
Newfie Hugs, Rose
P.S.I found a new deterrent for those odors!
(I'll get back to you)
Too funny, girl!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Take care,
Sherry
That's the kind women PeeWee invited? he is bonkers too.
the Elder
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Much love,
Bill
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Thank you for calling: great talking with you. You're in our prayers. :)
enjoyed...
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
but this poem ...
Karen, this reminds of "said the spider to fly, come into my den" I think those smell old guys finally "bought the farm - er, they caved in"
Kathy
and discovered white mold and black spots...lol
Fantastic write...enjoyed reading.
Patty
Love,
Ann
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Charlotte, I think I'm in Love! Finally, a female who understands we Cave Poets - worn fur, no bathing, odor, and stinky cheese!! You are most welcome at the Creek Cave Poetry Recitals, and your cheese poem has been duly entered into the 'Cheese Poem of the Year' Competition.
If only more could just see, with your spidey eyes!
I guess there is a positve to every negative...right?
Judging by our A.D. offerings tonight, we are pretty much on the same plane, girl.