A Poem for Sunday Muse -- Days in the Life

 Goldie in a Glass Cage 

Her wish had almost come true

All her life she had wanted 

Little fish wishing to be 

A mermaid in her glass cage 

So excited she had been 

The day her new owner came  

Most fish had hoops, toys and trees

But Goldie of these had none 

They fed her well gave her smiles 

She dreamed of fine play-ponds, but ... 

Exercise had no meaning 

Swam back and forth--eight inch cube 

Then, sigh, came her fateful day 

Relief she thought out she went 

Another room, deep white bowl 

Harshly dropped and all went dark 

Gushing currents through a tube 

Seemed forever all was dark 

Had the end come?  It did not 

Lonely dark ride, shines glass cage 

So when they put you away 

You'll be mere toilet bowl stuff  

Better than making cat food

Mermaid was not, kept her gills 

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  - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

  - I'm linked with Chrissa for the prompt photo at the Sunday Muse # 136,  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/11/sunday-muse-136.html?m=1

A poem for Weekly Scribblings -- My Love for Wifey

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Greens  

Grits 

Black Eyed Peas 

They don't have much in common 

and they're kinda Southerm 

and I doubt that I would be eating them now except for my bride 

My bride is the best ever, she humors me 

and puts up with my foolishness. 

My bride is a good cook too, that makes a difference in the food.  But the list that I made here really doesn't rate as hard stuff even for me and my bachelor food repertoire . 

The list?  

Greens 

are similar to Spinach but are the leaves from colliard plants.  They eat like spinach and taste like spinach but different, they are Southern.  I didn't like spinach either until one evening the new little spouse decided we should eat at church supper.  Vegetables were scarce that potluck night so I took a dab of spinach.  To this day they were the the best I've ever tasted.  I think it was the ample bacon and bacon juice that won me over. 

The Grits.  

Southern of course, little hominy granules cooked to the consistency of Creme of Wheat cooked cereal. I'd never tasted them so of course I did not like them.  When we moved to Texas  the Holiday Inn Restaurant served them with fried eggs.  Mrs had never been to Texas so she tried some and thought they were really great!  But then she liked Creme of Wheat and Oatmeal, i.e. porridge, before so she would like these.  I tried them and I LIKED !!.   But I don't  like Creme of Wheat and think that I still GAG ON OATMEAL (that's another story). 

Black Eyed Peas   

Spouse's mother and all her family ate these like they were the only food left after North's raids and burnings.  Well they were, thought they were food for the cattle so they left them alone.  ONE EVENING I decided to humor them and had a serving on my plate.  After a taste I discovered that they were delicious.

None of these and other foods I would be eating if not for my lovely bride.  But Oatmeal not.

The Chocolate Chip Cookies (slighty browned and burned)?

Well, bachelor cooking level has its limits.

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 - I  am linked with Rommy for the prompt, see next paragraph, at Weekly Scribblings # 147, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/11/weekly-scribblings-47-meme-madness.html?m=1

 - Rommy would like us to write new poetry or prose while thinking about “things [we] learned to love because [we] loved someone else.”