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Say it taint so…

Why is this word such a bugaboo for me?  If you do some cursory research on ‘taint’ (n), you come up with various definitions: a hit in tilting, a knock/blow, a disease in horses, a conviction, a stain/blemish, an unpleasant smell, a corruption/infection, and a trace/tinge of disease.
The OED provides some background on my favorite […]

The Cereal Poet

A Plate of Rispetto
Just as I watch your fork wind little strings of spaghetti,
My thoughts unravel on my too-full mental plate
Of how to compose lines like Ferlinghetti
Or how to twine wisps of words, confused and inchoate.
How does one season a bland lyrical repast?
In time your tomato-y dinner wanes; these lines will outlast
Your stringy feast before […]

Meet Zorocks

Ocks of Zor, or Zorocks as he is affectionately known, hails from the planet Zor, of course.  After striking out in kickball (and thus his disgruntled visage) yesterday, Zorocks allowed me to come into his presence and told me he wants his own profile on the internet(s).  Here are his stats:
 
Turn-ons: spaghetti, people bearing gifts […]

The Cereal Poet

Scott’s Haiku
Scott wants a haiku–
I don’t know how to write one–
Perhaps this will do?

Re-inventing Stack-a-meal

Traditional Stack-a-meal is a fun, interactive meal—you construct your plate with the simple ingredients of canned peas, instant potatoes, Manwich sloppy joe sauce, and cheese for topping.   I have experienced Stack-a-meal first hand, and it is a creative event worth the time and energy.  Traditional Stack-a-meal, once dubbed “Man-meal” by a connoisseur, is perfect […]

The Cereal Poet

I can’t manage a conflagration today–a limerick will have to do. 
O for a muse of fire
There once was a muse of fire
Who wanted to desperat’ly retire
She talked to her boss
Who was sad at the loss
And said, “Relinquish your badly singed lyre.”

The Cereal Poet

Ode to a Cherry Jolly Rancher
 
From your wooden vessel I pluck you, gladly
Seeking out only your red rippling rosy flavorality
Deeper and deeper I thrust my hand to crinkle your
Transparent blanket, tickling crackling synapses
Until you can no longer resist me.
Eschewing all of your kin—
Watermelon, Grape, Green Apple, Raspberry—
None please me but you.
 
O cheery cherry confection!
O blithe […]

An Open Letter to Tilda

Dear Tilda,
My, it has been a long time!  I am sorry to be so negligent in my response to you and your comment and query.  I do hope you have found the information you were seeking.
I hardly need tell you, Tilda, that I have been quite busy.  What with my active social calendar, my familial […]