Weekly Scribblings -- The Feeding Table
Troubles
One for me
One for Sal
One for you
None for Bill
There's room at the table for four
But there's only spigots for three
Momma had one more baby than ...
More than her plumbing had allowed
Farmer Brown came to our rescue
He is used to big deals like this
I'm glad mine won't be the bottle
And Momma is happy again
Photo courtesy of
Theresa Perin (link)
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- Poem and top Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Rosemary at The Weekly Scribblings #89, Poets and Storytellers United: Search results for Weekly Scribblings #
- Rosemary has asked "us to try Realism – which ‘attempts to represent subject matter truthfully, without artificiality.’ It tends to focus on ‘the depiction of ordinary, everyday subjects’ and ‘attempts to represent familiar things as they are’. She invites us to see if we can describe something realistically, in a way that indicates more than what is actually said."
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Labels: Animals, Humor(?), Poem, Story, Story Poem, Syllabic Form, Things to know, Weekly Scribbling 21
posted by Jim @ 9/28/2021 08:51:00 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
Ha!
Sorry, my earlier comment was a bit brief. I am guessing that this Momma is four-legged?
Hmmm. A realistic story of the rare three-spigotted cow!
Love the tinge of humour and wonder in the beginning, Dr Jim! Show of a likely choice in reality in a growing family!
Hank
I honestly don't know how many spigots goats have, but I feel for the goat who has four kids! Or the human. Or any animal except the kind that usually has litters, really.
PS, I have to say it was a valiant attempt at realism, Jim (which, interestingly enough, many people seemed to find difficult to achieve). Only the last two lines stray from the observable into the imagined.
Funny Mr. Jim ... if that's your kitchen, what are those orange fluff balls in the large glass container?
Farmers are resourceful folks!
Thank you for the giggles, Jim.
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