Hi All~I forgot to mention something very important last
month: Sketch Notes celebrated its first anniversary in
September. And what a year it was, (links to the archives are
at the very bottom of this page) every issue filled with fun
and cool writes by many different authors on a variety of
themes, and me having a ball putting them together... I
wouldn't do it if I didn't.
Who knows how many more poems, stories, music and fun
there will be? I'm sure I don't, (it must be written in the
stars) but as long as people keep sending their writings, keep
on visiting and enjoying this seasonal page of my Website,
and as long I can maneuver the mouse and push the keys on
my laptop, we'll keep them coming.
Grab some hot cider, turn the lights down a little lower, settle
back, and enjoy this spooky October issue of Sketch Notes!
month: Sketch Notes celebrated its first anniversary in
September. And what a year it was, (links to the archives are
at the very bottom of this page) every issue filled with fun
and cool writes by many different authors on a variety of
themes, and me having a ball putting them together... I
wouldn't do it if I didn't.
Who knows how many more poems, stories, music and fun
there will be? I'm sure I don't, (it must be written in the
stars) but as long as people keep sending their writings, keep
on visiting and enjoying this seasonal page of my Website,
and as long I can maneuver the mouse and push the keys on
my laptop, we'll keep them coming.
Grab some hot cider, turn the lights down a little lower, settle
back, and enjoy this spooky October issue of Sketch Notes!
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| For a real and unexpected treat (no tricks!), click on the names of each writer below as you read their work. You will find their unique bio and more of their writing. You're guaranteed to get a real kick out of it. |
| Creatures of the Night By Donelle M. Knudsen As sundown comes filmy clouds drift across the blackening canvas to kiss the star-dappled sky painted purposefully, perfectly by One more skilled than any mortal. On velvet pads nightlife crawls over wet grasses, along woody branch, through their realm unseen by man one hundred times as large. Night falls, I hurry home switch on lights, close doors to the cold night air and imagine the Boogey Man outside, in the dark, ready to pounce. Why fear what I cannot see? Nocturnal life lives in twilight. Where I stumble, they are agile, fleet of foot and wing. Unblinking amber eyes opened wide, they survive another day. Invisible world could teach me to trust, to open windows and doors, tiptoe outside, breathe night air, steal over damp soil, look under leafy screens, meet creatures one thousand times as small. To appreciate lesser inhabitants may be contrary to human logic, but to embrace the universal plan set in motion purposefully, perfectly by Him eons ago is worth the endeavor. |
| Poetry Creatures of the NIght......................................Donelle Knudsen Sweet Fall.....................................................................Linda Wolf Halloween From Hell..........................................................Mr. Ed Fire Writing......................................................Felix LeRoy Perry R.S.V.P.................................................................Leann Marshall Haunted Haiku......................................................Leann Marshall Eat Of Crow...................................................Kimmy Van Kooten Halloween Booooo Whooo!...................................OnepoetGem Halloween Horses......................................Karen C. Vanderlaan Halloween Night.........................................MaryGrace Patterson An Everglades Halloween.........................MaryGrace Patterson Goodbye Summer............................................Michelle M. Mead Say Boo..........................................................Chester E. Hardy III Fall............................................................................Leysa Lowery Hallow-Greens............................................Cynth'ya Lewis Reed Stories Unpaid Overtime................................................Shelley Dayton The Two-Headed Monster......................................Jerry Aragon |
Sweet Fall
By Linda Wolf
Amber leaves cling gently as ragged scarecrows
standup tall.
The cool crisp air of fall revives me and I love it
most of all.
Makeshift veggie stands abound with their harvest
bright and bold.
Precariously stacked hay wagons swagger down
dirt roads.
Somber Crimson clouds roll in as dusk begins to
Creep.
And pesky little insects curl up in leaves and drift to
sleep.
By Linda Wolf
Amber leaves cling gently as ragged scarecrows
standup tall.
The cool crisp air of fall revives me and I love it
most of all.
Makeshift veggie stands abound with their harvest
bright and bold.
Precariously stacked hay wagons swagger down
dirt roads.
Somber Crimson clouds roll in as dusk begins to
Creep.
And pesky little insects curl up in leaves and drift to
sleep.
| Halloween From Hell By Mr. Ed “Bring forth the raisins and the nuts- Tonight All-Hallows' Spectre struts, Along the moonlit way.” --John Kendrick Bangs As Halloween Approaches, I Always Gaze At This Old Photo: It Was Before I Became a Wolfman; But Alas, My Brother Jersey Ed, Has Always Been Quite Devilish... For me as a very young child named Pee Wee The very worst Holiday was always Halloween Mom always let Jersey Ed design our costumes And of course my brother was always real mean He would gloat and giggle so very devilishly Since he always got to be a comic book hero I was always dressed up as some sort of food Which always made me feel like a complete zero I think by far the very worst Halloween for me Was the year he dressed up as Wonder Woman Just looking at the horrific old photograph above Gives me flashbacks of that horrendous day again I will never forget the stares the two of us got As we paraded down old Main Street in those suits “Just look over there, Ethel, it’s the two brothers Ed, Wonder Woman and Ice Cream Cone, now isn’t that cute!” But I think the very worst part of every Halloween for me Was that Mother always let Jersey Ed divvy up all our treats I was lucky if he tossed me a few sour candies he didn’t like And of course my brother Jersey devoured all the best sweets So my plea to parents everywhere as Halloween approaches Is that you let each of your kids pick out their own costumes This year, I plan on dressing up as a very wicked old warlock And whacking brother Jersey extremely hard with my broom And he better not try to steal my candy… |
Fire Writing
By Felix LeRoy Perry
As some of you know I have been off for a few days
camping and freezing my butt in a tent, I did do some
writing and guitar playing and with the ocean as my
backdrop...
My angry campfire snaps and crackles
Waves like thunder crash on sand
The birds and squirrels communicate
In a way we’ll never understand
Stoke the fire and open up the case
My guitar wants to play the songs of old
I hear the chill winds whip up a chorus
In the Atlantic’s sublime shades of cold
The endless miles stretch across the ocean
In my mind I see a land across the sea
My pick strums the first chord then another
About a lonely someone I don’t want to be
I pause now and then to write a new line
In a well used notebook titled songs
The night is right for muse and master
This place seems to be where he belongs
The sun bids the moon to go to work
The last line a chorus falls in place
Put away that old scarred six string
Another memory captured here tonight.
By Felix LeRoy Perry
As some of you know I have been off for a few days
camping and freezing my butt in a tent, I did do some
writing and guitar playing and with the ocean as my
backdrop...
My angry campfire snaps and crackles
Waves like thunder crash on sand
The birds and squirrels communicate
In a way we’ll never understand
Stoke the fire and open up the case
My guitar wants to play the songs of old
I hear the chill winds whip up a chorus
In the Atlantic’s sublime shades of cold
The endless miles stretch across the ocean
In my mind I see a land across the sea
My pick strums the first chord then another
About a lonely someone I don’t want to be
I pause now and then to write a new line
In a well used notebook titled songs
The night is right for muse and master
This place seems to be where he belongs
The sun bids the moon to go to work
The last line a chorus falls in place
Put away that old scarred six string
Another memory captured here tonight.
R.S.V.P. By Leann Marshall I rise to pull the dark around me Like a star-glittered cloak (Quite fitting garb For one who celebrates) Step lightly through solid iron gates As easily as candle’s thin smoke And here among the mists Commence a journey I cannot resist For this evening offers Fair release From whence I was put to R.I.P.-- A hundred years ago And fifty more! Too long, I think, to linger In such poor plight These brittle bones Left undisturbed And boredom leave me Quite perturbed, so Yes! All Hallow’s Eve-- I shall accept your kind but very brief invite To join along With much delight And walk with others On this night! |
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| Haunted Haiku By Leann Marshall Darkened windows stare As though in quiet repose... A good time to run! |
Halloween Booooo Whooo!
By OnepoetGem *
Birds of prey,
lend me your wings to play.
Demons and devils everywhere,
give me some evil too flare.
Vampires, ghouls and ghost,
I will be your host.
Enter through my gate,
become my evil mate.
Boooooooooooo!
I'm not scared of you.
I faced myself in the mirror,
you could be no worse inferior.
Along with my monster large,
we can take charge.
Scare these humans short of death,
take away all their wealth,
affect their good health.
With night fall,
we will have a great ball.
Booooooo!
Do I frighten
youuuuuuu?
By OnepoetGem *
Birds of prey,
lend me your wings to play.
Demons and devils everywhere,
give me some evil too flare.
Vampires, ghouls and ghost,
I will be your host.
Enter through my gate,
become my evil mate.
Boooooooooooo!
I'm not scared of you.
I faced myself in the mirror,
you could be no worse inferior.
Along with my monster large,
we can take charge.
Scare these humans short of death,
take away all their wealth,
affect their good health.
With night fall,
we will have a great ball.
Booooooo!
Do I frighten
youuuuuuu?
Eat of Crow
By Kimmy Van Kooten
On a baring tree
All shorn of love . . .
Blackthorn, pricked
Bourn a Crow!
Rue to the morn!
O’ forsaken bird!
He who lorn's so low . . .
Love, gains to gird!
Raven kin!
All ye caws to sing!
Black feathered, gloss. . . .
Refulgence, wings!
Spare thy sloe!
All ye umble's, damson!
It’s in haws, love sings!
Crow,"the harslet", ransomed!
By Kimmy Van Kooten
On a baring tree
All shorn of love . . .
Blackthorn, pricked
Bourn a Crow!
Rue to the morn!
O’ forsaken bird!
He who lorn's so low . . .
Love, gains to gird!
Raven kin!
All ye caws to sing!
Black feathered, gloss. . . .
Refulgence, wings!
Spare thy sloe!
All ye umble's, damson!
It’s in haws, love sings!
Crow,"the harslet", ransomed!
Halloween Horses
By Karen C Vanderlaan
‘Twas after dark on All Hallows Eve
On the first snowy night of fall
Warm stalls awaited all
The old barn was remodeled and cozy
But still something lingered
A strange chill in the air
Hermes, the young colt, done with his hay
Said, “Mom, I’m bored. Hey lets all dress up!”
“Mom, what should I be?”
His patient mother replied to her son
“What a subtle monster you are,
You can be Frankenstein, that will do fine.”
Tribute piped up, “I’ll be the court jester”
“That fits you!” Says Wings
“Give me those wraps, I’ll be a mummy and hide over here.”
“You guys are scaring me. Did you hear THAT?”
Poseidon Interrupts with a toss of his mane
“I want that purple scarf and sparkles on my toes.”
“Oh yeah I’ll be the ONE!”
“The center of everyone’s attention!”
“And I” states sweet Amy, “in billowing lace,
“Will be your fair princess
My steps will be graceful
And all heads will bow”.
Quietly in her stall while munching on hay
Angel mumbles something under her Breath
About silly games and child’s play
“Spoil Sport,” Hermes says
“But hey lets all take a vote!
About our mom and Uncle Banjo
And what their costumes should be.”
And so they all decided that Jaz would be Mary Poppins
As she is Practically Perfect in every way
Uncle Banjo in all his wisdom was unanimously voted,
Merlin the Wizard, oh but of course!
As Angel rolled her eyes and looked the other way,
The others dressed up and went out and about,
Trotting and prancing cavorting around
Doorbell ditching all around their new town.
They took their treats at will
From all of the neighbor’s yards
And left their tricks on each and every
Perfectly lovely and manicured front lawn.
A good time was had by one and all
Until a three foot tall ghost with parents near-by
Gave Wings a terrible fright, which made hum turn tail
And lead the rest to the barn-post haste.
show and tell
By Karen C Vanderlaan
‘Twas after dark on All Hallows Eve
On the first snowy night of fall
Warm stalls awaited all
The old barn was remodeled and cozy
But still something lingered
A strange chill in the air
Hermes, the young colt, done with his hay
Said, “Mom, I’m bored. Hey lets all dress up!”
“Mom, what should I be?”
His patient mother replied to her son
“What a subtle monster you are,
You can be Frankenstein, that will do fine.”
Tribute piped up, “I’ll be the court jester”
“That fits you!” Says Wings
“Give me those wraps, I’ll be a mummy and hide over here.”
“You guys are scaring me. Did you hear THAT?”
Poseidon Interrupts with a toss of his mane
“I want that purple scarf and sparkles on my toes.”
“Oh yeah I’ll be the ONE!”
“The center of everyone’s attention!”
“And I” states sweet Amy, “in billowing lace,
“Will be your fair princess
My steps will be graceful
And all heads will bow”.
Quietly in her stall while munching on hay
Angel mumbles something under her Breath
About silly games and child’s play
“Spoil Sport,” Hermes says
“But hey lets all take a vote!
About our mom and Uncle Banjo
And what their costumes should be.”
And so they all decided that Jaz would be Mary Poppins
As she is Practically Perfect in every way
Uncle Banjo in all his wisdom was unanimously voted,
Merlin the Wizard, oh but of course!
As Angel rolled her eyes and looked the other way,
The others dressed up and went out and about,
Trotting and prancing cavorting around
Doorbell ditching all around their new town.
They took their treats at will
From all of the neighbor’s yards
And left their tricks on each and every
Perfectly lovely and manicured front lawn.
A good time was had by one and all
Until a three foot tall ghost with parents near-by
Gave Wings a terrible fright, which made hum turn tail
And lead the rest to the barn-post haste.
show and tell
Halloween Night
By MaryGrace Patterson
I wrote this many years ago.....
The golden moon shone
brightly through the darkness
of night. The stars looked like
twinkling diamonds shining on
the sights.
Shouts of joy and laughter
echoed in the air, as children
dressed in costumes were
running every where.
Witches, ghosts and goblins
scurried down the streets,
carrying bags of candy, as
they yelled, trick or treat.
It was halloween, the
scariest night of all !
Every child in kidville
was answering to the call.
When the clock struck nine,
they were homeward bound,
with their sacks of goodies,
almost dragging on the ground.
Tired, happy children
tumbled in to bed, and dreamed
of ghosts, and ghouls with
orange pumpkin heads.
Halloween was over, gone
for another year. In a child's
heart, its memory remains
forever near.
By MaryGrace Patterson
I wrote this many years ago.....
The golden moon shone
brightly through the darkness
of night. The stars looked like
twinkling diamonds shining on
the sights.
Shouts of joy and laughter
echoed in the air, as children
dressed in costumes were
running every where.
Witches, ghosts and goblins
scurried down the streets,
carrying bags of candy, as
they yelled, trick or treat.
It was halloween, the
scariest night of all !
Every child in kidville
was answering to the call.
When the clock struck nine,
they were homeward bound,
with their sacks of goodies,
almost dragging on the ground.
Tired, happy children
tumbled in to bed, and dreamed
of ghosts, and ghouls with
orange pumpkin heads.
Halloween was over, gone
for another year. In a child's
heart, its memory remains
forever near.
An Everglades Halloween
by MaryGrace Patterson
A Halloween poem written in a Florida setting
Deep in the Everglades lives Hilda,
the witch. She casts wicked spells,
sniffs wolfnip.
It makes her crazy, so they say.
She howls at the moon to keep people
away.
A bubbling cauldrin sits on the
fire. Its thick gray smoke rises
higher and higher.
The smoke sends out a signal for
all to beware. Ghosts, ghouls and
goblins soon will be there.
Zombies and werewolves are invited
too. They'll dance around the fire,
drink " Gator Swamp Water Brew".
Each year they gather to devise
new scares, for frightening people
is a hobby of theirs.
They'll boo and howl, yell and
scream, making frightful sounds
while practicing scarey scenes.
When Halloween night arrives,
and the moon shines on high,
Hilda hops on her broom stick,
and goes for a ride.
She flys across the ebony sky
leading fiends to towns and
cities near by.
A spooktacular show then begins,
as the monsters of BooVille do
frightful, scarey things.
At dawns first light , all say
goodnight. They fly back to
BooVille filled with delight.
Hallows Eve is over, gone till
next year, when once again
all will return to spread
gruesome everglades fear.
by MaryGrace Patterson
A Halloween poem written in a Florida setting
Deep in the Everglades lives Hilda,
the witch. She casts wicked spells,
sniffs wolfnip.
It makes her crazy, so they say.
She howls at the moon to keep people
away.
A bubbling cauldrin sits on the
fire. Its thick gray smoke rises
higher and higher.
The smoke sends out a signal for
all to beware. Ghosts, ghouls and
goblins soon will be there.
Zombies and werewolves are invited
too. They'll dance around the fire,
drink " Gator Swamp Water Brew".
Each year they gather to devise
new scares, for frightening people
is a hobby of theirs.
They'll boo and howl, yell and
scream, making frightful sounds
while practicing scarey scenes.
When Halloween night arrives,
and the moon shines on high,
Hilda hops on her broom stick,
and goes for a ride.
She flys across the ebony sky
leading fiends to towns and
cities near by.
A spooktacular show then begins,
as the monsters of BooVille do
frightful, scarey things.
At dawns first light , all say
goodnight. They fly back to
BooVille filled with delight.
Hallows Eve is over, gone till
next year, when once again
all will return to spread
gruesome everglades fear.
Goodbye Summer
by Michelle M Mead
In the ridges of forgotten seashells between golden grains of sand,
pleasing memories huddle as one, in the palms of our opened hands,
coral crableg-curved, we kneel closer to the edge of the sea,
the starfish-shaped shovel, an old tin pail-- you and me,
Pastel summer days and cotton candy, pink-sugar-sweet,
at the end of long afternoons, it is our airy angel treat,
spreading across the expanse of water, and up into the sky,
beachcombing babies with gazes small, for treasures to espy
Wet sand firm and cold, though we both know it drifts away,
still we gather it, within cupped hands, when we go out to play,
I close my fingers quick, to keep it there a few minutes more,
but you spread your fingers wide, to send it down the shore,
Watch it now, dear brother, for sand and summer steal your days,
and I still long to see you running there, within the dusky haze,
I run behind you now, as always, down the beach back home,
but summer flees, you're leaving me, alone and free to roam,
Goodbye, summer, pack your bags, full of skies of deepest blue,
and don't forget the fading roses, you left in a room with a view,
you have gone, it's true , and left one last golden-shining ray,
the boardwalk's empty, and so am I, much to my heart's dismay.
by Michelle M Mead
In the ridges of forgotten seashells between golden grains of sand,
pleasing memories huddle as one, in the palms of our opened hands,
coral crableg-curved, we kneel closer to the edge of the sea,
the starfish-shaped shovel, an old tin pail-- you and me,
Pastel summer days and cotton candy, pink-sugar-sweet,
at the end of long afternoons, it is our airy angel treat,
spreading across the expanse of water, and up into the sky,
beachcombing babies with gazes small, for treasures to espy
Wet sand firm and cold, though we both know it drifts away,
still we gather it, within cupped hands, when we go out to play,
I close my fingers quick, to keep it there a few minutes more,
but you spread your fingers wide, to send it down the shore,
Watch it now, dear brother, for sand and summer steal your days,
and I still long to see you running there, within the dusky haze,
I run behind you now, as always, down the beach back home,
but summer flees, you're leaving me, alone and free to roam,
Goodbye, summer, pack your bags, full of skies of deepest blue,
and don't forget the fading roses, you left in a room with a view,
you have gone, it's true , and left one last golden-shining ray,
the boardwalk's empty, and so am I, much to my heart's dismay.
And Now, a couple of Great short
stories For Your enjoyment...
stories For Your enjoyment...
| Let's you and I take a little journey to the UNKNOWN, shall we? CLICK on each Short Story title below to take you to: "Unpaid Overtime"~By Shelley Dayton "The Two -Headed Monster"~By Jerry Aragon |
(Copied From This Fun "Happy Halloween" Site)
Unspeakable Recipes
GNARLED WITCHES FINGERS
Ingredients :
1 tb oil
4 Boneless chicken breasts
1 c Flour
1 Egg beaten
1 c Bread crumbs
Pitted black olives halved lengthwise
Shredded lettuce
Preparation :
Grease cookie sheet with oil, set aside. Carefully cut chicken breasts part way to
create five fingers (the uncut part will be the palm of the hand). Dust in flour, dip
in beaten egg and then bread crumbs. Broil 5 minutes on each side till golden
brown and cooked through. Trim the finger tips with the halved black olives and
serve on lettuce.
CHOCOLATE SPIDERS
Ingredients :
4 cups semisweet chocolate baking chips
Preparation :
4 cups semisweet chocolate baking chips Melt chocolate chips in top of double
boiler. Let stand over the water until water is cool, about 10 minutes. Place wax
paper on cookie sheet. Pour chocolate into a pastry bag that is fitted with a
1/8-inch or 1/4-inch tip. Squeeze chocolate onto wax paper in the shape of
spiders. If chocolate is runny it needs to be cooled longer. Chill the spiders for
about 10 minutes. When hard peel off wax paper. Store in refrigerator laid flat.
Unspeakable Recipes
GNARLED WITCHES FINGERS
Ingredients :
1 tb oil
4 Boneless chicken breasts
1 c Flour
1 Egg beaten
1 c Bread crumbs
Pitted black olives halved lengthwise
Shredded lettuce
Preparation :
Grease cookie sheet with oil, set aside. Carefully cut chicken breasts part way to
create five fingers (the uncut part will be the palm of the hand). Dust in flour, dip
in beaten egg and then bread crumbs. Broil 5 minutes on each side till golden
brown and cooked through. Trim the finger tips with the halved black olives and
serve on lettuce.
CHOCOLATE SPIDERS
Ingredients :
4 cups semisweet chocolate baking chips
Preparation :
4 cups semisweet chocolate baking chips Melt chocolate chips in top of double
boiler. Let stand over the water until water is cool, about 10 minutes. Place wax
paper on cookie sheet. Pour chocolate into a pastry bag that is fitted with a
1/8-inch or 1/4-inch tip. Squeeze chocolate onto wax paper in the shape of
spiders. If chocolate is runny it needs to be cooled longer. Chill the spiders for
about 10 minutes. When hard peel off wax paper. Store in refrigerator laid flat.
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Say Boo
By Chester E Hardy lll
If you
scratch my back
don't Say Boo
you might
scare me to death
cause
I love you
If you
can't be sweet
don't say
Trick or Treat
you might
break my heart
when you stomp my feet
you got that
Halloween Style
I got that
Wolf Man growl
we got that
full moon scat
I'll be your
Big Tomcat
I love your
Halloween Style
with a big ole WOW
a little
Trick or Treat
ain't love spooky and sweet
come on and
scratch me now
Say Boo
By Chester E Hardy lll
If you
scratch my back
don't Say Boo
you might
scare me to death
cause
I love you
If you
can't be sweet
don't say
Trick or Treat
you might
break my heart
when you stomp my feet
you got that
Halloween Style
I got that
Wolf Man growl
we got that
full moon scat
I'll be your
Big Tomcat
I love your
Halloween Style
with a big ole WOW
a little
Trick or Treat
ain't love spooky and sweet
come on and
scratch me now
Say Boo
Fall
By Leysa Lowery
Like a fresh, crisp apple,
The air invites me to take a bite
As I walk upon the Joseph’s coat of
Leaves strewn across the path.
The summer’s heat has cooled
As fruits of the laborers’ sweat
Are harvested.
The birds pass overhead
Flying to tropical sites far away
As butterflies search frantically
For the season’s last drop of nectar.
The days are clear, warm
The nights, cool, full of stars,
Invite open windows.
Autumn provides reflection
Of the year’s struggles and rewards.
We dance furiously in dreadful fear
Of the coming winter months.
Hoping we have harvested
Enough to carry us through
The bitter cold ahead.
By Leysa Lowery
Like a fresh, crisp apple,
The air invites me to take a bite
As I walk upon the Joseph’s coat of
Leaves strewn across the path.
The summer’s heat has cooled
As fruits of the laborers’ sweat
Are harvested.
The birds pass overhead
Flying to tropical sites far away
As butterflies search frantically
For the season’s last drop of nectar.
The days are clear, warm
The nights, cool, full of stars,
Invite open windows.
Autumn provides reflection
Of the year’s struggles and rewards.
We dance furiously in dreadful fear
Of the coming winter months.
Hoping we have harvested
Enough to carry us through
The bitter cold ahead.
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hallow-greens
by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
Hey, every try rolling candy corn in corn meal? (Not pretty!) But even
beside two of my favorite green things (YTB golf and my November '08
Success Magazine) don't those fried green tomatoes look nice and
toasty after being tortured in boiling oil?
all of us are young at heart
and some of us are lean,
but scary are those "Choc-ulas"
that make our fat cells scream
so think of the alternatives
to things that make us fatter,
instead of sugar laden treats
fry veggies soak'd in batter.
"Grun-cynth'ya's Fried Green tomatoes"
Simple "spell" of a recipe.
Take what's left from your dead garden;
Snap off the limbs from rotting tomato plants;
Capture the unsuspecting green orbs before they turn blood-red,
ignoring the ones that squish goo from their ghastly gashes and
nibbles from worms that scurrying under light of
full moon;
Scald the baby emerald fruits skin until it glistens eerie clean;
Them rip off the cradle tops removing all remembrance of
"the mother vine."
Heat up the cast iron cauldron filled deep with oil of soybean;
(i.e. the deep fryer you got on sale at the Good Will Store)
Drop the little greenies mercilessly, watching and listen to
them pop and bounce around without hope. .
Watch them transform with a sprinkling of salt into
crispy toasty brown morsels of monstrous delight!
Scoop them out after they bear no resemblance to their
original form, lay on a sheet paper pounded flat from
recycled twice dead trees....
Get out the bottle of hot sauce...repent for high calorie sins, then pray
and eat like an ogre! LOL
by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
Hey, every try rolling candy corn in corn meal? (Not pretty!) But even
beside two of my favorite green things (YTB golf and my November '08
Success Magazine) don't those fried green tomatoes look nice and
toasty after being tortured in boiling oil?
all of us are young at heart
and some of us are lean,
but scary are those "Choc-ulas"
that make our fat cells scream
so think of the alternatives
to things that make us fatter,
instead of sugar laden treats
fry veggies soak'd in batter.
"Grun-cynth'ya's Fried Green tomatoes"
Simple "spell" of a recipe.
Take what's left from your dead garden;
Snap off the limbs from rotting tomato plants;
Capture the unsuspecting green orbs before they turn blood-red,
ignoring the ones that squish goo from their ghastly gashes and
nibbles from worms that scurrying under light of
full moon;
Scald the baby emerald fruits skin until it glistens eerie clean;
Them rip off the cradle tops removing all remembrance of
"the mother vine."
Heat up the cast iron cauldron filled deep with oil of soybean;
(i.e. the deep fryer you got on sale at the Good Will Store)
Drop the little greenies mercilessly, watching and listen to
them pop and bounce around without hope. .
Watch them transform with a sprinkling of salt into
crispy toasty brown morsels of monstrous delight!
Scoop them out after they bear no resemblance to their
original form, lay on a sheet paper pounded flat from
recycled twice dead trees....
Get out the bottle of hot sauce...repent for high calorie sins, then pray
and eat like an ogre! LOL
