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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 1.
At a Window
Volume: Chicago Poems
- Fogs and Fires
Year: Published/Written in 1916
Poem of the Day:
Mar 6 2008
Comment 2 of 2, added on January 16th, 2013 at 1:01 AM.
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The World without CasserolesBe afiard.The breakdown of civilizationis at the hands of our well-meaning,overly thrifty,spoon-wielding mothers.Be very afiard.They are entranced by spicesand covering condiments,pepper and powder,onion and garlic galore.Gingerly they add cumin and dill,cinnamon, nutmeg or cloveswith thyme to add sage and curry,parsley, paprika and allspice.Their casseroles becomezombie foodas the deadreanimates.These cheese-added monsters,hungry for mystery-meat,render brains to mushand bind our bowels.They stiffen our gaitwith numbness and nauseauntil we are rendered victimsof another pepto-pandemic.And in the nightof the living dead,feeding us saltin a casserole apocalypse,we panicked victims becomethe casseroles we consume.Paralyzed in fearby the lightof the open refrigerator.
Ady from Ethiopia
Comment 1 of 2, added on May 14th, 2009 at 8:22 PM.
(my english is bad, i am sorry)
This Poem is good becase it tells you that their is still Hope.
Haruhi from Japan
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The World without CasserolesBe afiard.The breakdown of civilizationis at the hands of our well-meaning,overly thrifty,spoon-wielding mothers.Be very afiard.They are entranced by spicesand covering condiments,pepper and powder,onion and garlic galore.Gingerly they add cumin and dill,cinnamon, nutmeg or cloveswith thyme to add sage and curry,parsley, paprika and allspice.Their casseroles becomezombie foodas the deadreanimates.These cheese-added monsters,hungry for mystery-meat,render brains to mushand bind our bowels.They stiffen our gaitwith numbness and nauseauntil we are rendered victimsof another pepto-pandemic.And in the nightof the living dead,feeding us saltin a casserole apocalypse,we panicked victims becomethe casseroles we consume.Paralyzed in fearby the lightof the open refrigerator.
Ady from Ethiopia