My mind is all fuzzy today, scattered like an order of hash browns “All-The-Way” from the WaHo. I want to post something today, but I haven’t really attempted to collect any thoughts until about…………now.
I should start off by expressing my relief that my manager quit this week. I don’t want to go into too many details, but that person has made my life a living hell on many occasions, an everyday basis at the worst of times. It’s frustrating to know this kind of person can score a better job while I can’t, but I’ll take what I can get for now. At least I can be peacefully on the verge, rather than painfully.
Speaking of Verge, I finally updated my About Section to actually explain my blog. Yay me.
My brain died like an hour or two ago, so since I can’t think of a swanky theme for this post, I’ll just throw a few brief fridge poems at you:
Ghazal – A Middle Eastern form of poetry with five to fifteen couplets. Lines are about the same length with a scheme and a refrain.
I shan’t be easygoing,
When the fridge is overflowing,
For mold will soon be growing,
If the fridge is overflowing,
Cleaning will be undergoing,
Once that fridge is overflowing,
And you treats I will be throwing,
Since the fridge is overflowing,
Soups and fries and some sweet dough ring,
In the fridge that’s overflowing,
I’ll clean ‘till nothing’s showing,
In that fridge that’s overflowing,
So don’t act befuddled and unknowing,
When the fridge ain’t overflowing!
Kimo – A post haiku form from Israel with seven syllables in the first line, ten in the second and six in the last.
Summer heat will spoil your food
As shall leaving it in my fridge too long
Either way tossed away
Decomposition Deposition: Dueling Fridge Haikus
overcome by moldy food
cold, clean and pristine
like a crystal clear glacier
baking soda fresh
So the Ghazal, is that what style of poem Wonka was singing in the boat scene from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? You know the one– the scene that was terrifying for everyone involved?
It’s a Middle Eastern form or poetry. My coworker from India loved it because it reminded him of poems from home.
I totally get the Wonka thing though. It has the same flow. Perhaps it is a Ghazal.