Iron Poet, Round XI.

[cadhla]

Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it

Comments

You're likely full up by now, but what the hey.

[snobahr]

1. Potato
2. Keyboard
3. Albatross

I have no preference towards style or mood. Those are the 3 words that jumped out at me as I read your post, is all.

Dinner's Source Code.

[cadhla]

You were sitting at your keyboard,
Eyes intent on some other world
That never actually existed,
But seems real enough to you;
When I asked you 'what's for dinner?',
You said 'baked potato, albatross,
Asparagus and watercress,
And sweet strawberry stew.'

The only thing that troubles me --
You must admit the question's fair --
Is that the kitchen smelled of things
So strange and so unknown,
That I am forced to ask you now,
My dearest and my darling one,
Just where you got that albatross,
And where the vegetables were grown.

Re: Dinner's Source Code.

[snobahr]

I got it at Albert's Albatross Authority, of course! Isn't that where you get your albatross? (That's great! HEE!)

Re: Dinner's Source Code.

[djonn]

This gets a Cheshire grin from me; it isn't often one sees Coleridge crossed with Carroll, but that's the vibe I get here. Nicely done indeed.

Re: Dinner's Source Code.

[dormouse_in_tea]

This makes me extremely happy. It also makes me grin with lots of teeth. I think my inner predator wants to run down an albatross now. :P

Re: Dinner's Source Code.

[kyrielle]

*belated glee*