This is my poem for the Thursday Poetry Prompt from We Drink Because We’re Poets.
I wander through the kitchen
Stomach growling like a dogSo little to ingest
A naked can of soup
Or possible some beans?
The makings of a sandwich
No telling what their age
In world one I cook the soup
Broth with meat and shrooms
Bubbling in a rusty pot
That adds ‘flavor’ to the mix
With hungry glee I dine
Burning my throat
And choking on a carrot
In world two I make a sandwich
Cold bread with shriveled lettuce
And turkey on last legs
I cut around the green of cheese
Adding the ‘clean’ into the mix
The taste of tang fills my head
Before my stomach turns to rot
I whimper in the kitchen
Seeing both my fates are dark
It reminds me of some books
From my days of youthful fun
Choose carefully and wisely
Or the character is doomed
I could never beat those books
Legends of Windemere 
Reminds me of Garfield and his owner “We’re BACHELORS Baby !”
🙂
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Love Garfield. Jon’s actually dating Liz the Vet now.
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I’m laughing so hard! Like this poem a lot!!!
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Mission accomplished.
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go for the soup its got “Shrooms” that could be a trip in its own right…
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Just avoid the carrot.
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give us the “Shrooms” precious, give us the “Shrooms…they can have their nasty carrotses…” in my best Gollum voice
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by they way what ever happened to the rootin tootin beans you left on the pantry shelf…???
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Living in the dark, damp tunnels? You just know Gollum was on ‘Shrooms.
The soup had no label, so I wrote that they could have been old beans. I kind of failed on that one. Epically.
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no epic failure…just poor reading skills on my part…
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I’m working on a short story similar to the adventure poems I did before, it’ll be interesting to see how you fair. 😉
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I sense doom in my future. 😛
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OMG very funny…what a terrible fate in both adventures!!! 😉
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Just can’t win sometimes.
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Yep…so they tell me…but I just ignore them 🙂
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Sounds like its time to do some grocery shopping.Ugh! 🙂
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Definitely. 😀
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I loved choose your own adventure books when I was younger.
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They were great, but really hard.
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Can you imagine writing one?
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I’m wondering if it would be as hard as it seems. You write a simple story with multiple paths and then mix it up in the pages. I think the hardest part would be to mix the parts up enough that it is challenging, but not too confusing.
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That sounds like a challenge.
For you to complete, of course!
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I wish I had the time to do something like that. Maybe down the road. Do they still make those books?
Actually, Sean Cooke wrote a few ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ poems. He’s really good at it.
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The old ones are still in some school libraries. As far as reprints or new ones, I don’t think so.
Sean? How do I find him?
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Here’s his blog address: http://seancookeofficial.wordpress.com/
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I love the metaphor! Thanks!
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