I mentioned in yesterday’s blog post how I used to write a poem for Mother’s Day every year. Perhaps you might be curious about these Mother’s Day poems. I thought I would share the one I wrote in 2011. It has always been a favorite of mine. I wrote it as a challenge to myself to write a poem using homonyms (words which sound the same but mean something different and are spelled differently). I thought it turned out rather hilarious. Enjoy!
Chocolate-Chip Cookie Whoa!
I pull my car into Albertsons; I set the emergency brake.
I tell myself, this time around my diet I won’t break.
I’ll only get some POG – fruit juice from Hawaii’s isles.
I’ll keep my eyes off everything else alluring in the aisles.
I step out of my car, and with a sure, determined gait,
I stride with self-control, through the entry gate.
Behold! There at the front door – they call to me aloud!
Fresh, chocolate-chip cookies. No! Those simply aren’t allowed.
Visions arise of the last time, when those chipper cookies I ate.
Their deliciousness held me captive, till I’d devoured eight!
I now resist those tempting treats – a brave and daring feat.
I propel myself onward, with slightly dragging feet.
On through the floral department, awash with springtime flower.
Then a hard right down the baking isle, past sugar, salt, and flour.
With self-control in tact as well as confidence, I sail
Completely by the Lofthouse, ignoring they’re on sale!
I think here in the back of the store, the pressure now will lessen.
But it seems that I am in for a sneaky, advertising lesson.
A table full of chocolate-chip cookies is on display right here!
Loudly yelling out my name so I can’t help but hear.
I come to my senses just in time. No! I will not buy.
I quicken my pace, and I promptly tell those cookies bye!
Upon seeing those goodies once again, my mood is turning foul.
Rather like that smelly fish counter, right next to the beef and fowl.
I’m almost to the juices. This trip is almost through.
But those sneaky advertising gurus, at me a curve ball threw.
The first and second displays, wouldn’t get to me – they knew.
So they placed here in the dairy section, a third display that’s new!
These bags of fresh hot cookies taunt and tempt me with their flair.
My conscience goes into overdrive, sending out a warning flare.
“Well, maybe just one bag.” Oh, how I do want some!
At this present moment I don’t really care about the calorie sum.
“I even have the money. It’s not many dollars and cents.”
Then through my justification, I hear my common sense.
“What good will those cookies do you? Even if you only have a pair?
They’ll just add more effort to that weight, that you’re trying to pare.”
“You know you’ll be much happier, with yourself and with your weight,
If you exercise some self-control and for those cookies wait.”
Armed with new determination, I proceed on my way,
Knowing that I’ll be thankful, when next on the scale I weigh.
I make it to the check stand, with arms that are cookie-bare.
Instead the pre-determined POG, is the proper load I bear.
Out through the double sliding doors, I exit with my son.
Filled with satisfaction, that warms me like the sun.
It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve done this in the past.
I’m always somehow relieved when the cookie test I’ve passed.
I’m thankful that my self-control, this time, wasn’t weak.
But I know I’ll face the same dilemma once again next week.
So what exactly is the key to avoiding cookie woe?
It’s learning how to keep on, and keep on, and keep on saying whoa!!
