Food, Glorious Food (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on March 4, 2008

hee, hee, hee... I thought maybe the crumbs were because it was a snickerdoodle...

Cryssa

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on March 3, 2008

Why is it that so many of us get hungry in the middle of the night
A great write
God Bless
Michelle~

Reviewed by Lavendar Jazz

Reviewed on March 3, 2008

I was thinking maybe it was an uncut cheesecake just waiting for me...Mmmm, now I am hungry too.

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on March 3, 2008

A woman after my own heart! Rebecca

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

Just pure emotions get them under control, God knows what else you be seeing in the sky besides cookies ha, Hugs! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

Voila!!!!

The glorious Midnight Snack and a wonderful repast that can be. I completely understand!
Love,
Susan

Reviewed by John Leko

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

...appetite in the atmosphere...perhaps a moon pie.
good one Karla...
John

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

Delightful poem, now I have the munchies...
love, Carole~

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

Cookie? I thought it was a pizza. With ham and pineapple. Cute write Karla.

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

Oh my,now ya made me hungry sweet lady,have a wonderful day OK...Hugssss

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

yummmm,, Reminds me of the middle of an Oreo,,,:)

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

I often howl at that moon, when we run out of cookies!

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

Well now thats a strange one Karla the thought of a weekend reminds me of food, I guess its because thats when we have our big family breakfast with the children and grandkids, there's always room for one more. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie food ah I mean hugs are on the way, Rose

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 2, 2008

Danger! that's called Consolation-Eating, the cure for it? a good roll on the hay and you will be sleeping like a well feed baby!!!

Georg

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on March 1, 2008

Well, ain't that 'Food for thought' lol!
Love,
Becca~

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 1, 2008

Great, now I just thought I might not get the munchies tonight, its all your fault...e

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on March 1, 2008

The quill that is fed is the quill that is nourished. Fruit Loops and feathers, red licorice twists and cherry cordials sweeten the page...snack attack, Karla!

Sage

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on March 1, 2008

Wow It does remind me of food!
Only I'm looking at a bowl of ice cream with a
vanilla cookie!!
A very delicious writ!!!
Love Peace and hugssss...Morning star

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 1, 2008

Karla,

This is cute! Very well penned; enjoyed! Thanks for sharing! (As long as you're thinkin' of cookies, share one with me??? :) )

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :P *drooling* LOL

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on March 1, 2008

Have you ever viewed the moive Poyeye?
They sing a song, "Everything is, food, food, food.
YF Ron
Hugs.......and a SMooooooooooooooo0000000000000CH!
Ron