Discovered the most delicious item at HMart on Saturday. It’s called Coconut Jam. It reminds me of the creamed Chestnut spread my parents brought back from Italy: Hero Fruttissima Crema di Marroni alla Vanillina. Another comparison could be Dulce de Leche. Oh my gosh it is so yummy and for breakast today I spread it over my toasted and buttered bagel and somehow my butt fit through the train door as I boarded this morning.
Suddenly I am reminded of a haiku Audra and I wrote for the Rosemont Literary magazine, The Thorn, back in 1995.
I love mayonnaise
Oh so white, soft and creamy
Spread it on my bread
I hate to admit this but our haiku was rejected, as were these others that we wrote:
The clowns are coming
Coming to take me away
In their little car
Night life in Berlin
Erotik Kino, 5 marks
We want student rates!
I wish to be frank,
Charlie, Peter or Bobby
Penis Envy, YEAH!
We were told the poems were too sexual. I think they were the ones with the dirty minds.
ROTFLMAO
I thought you’d get a kick out this entry. Thinking about it, the Berlin haiku we wrote a few years later, not for the Thorn. I was pretty impressed I remembered the poems right off the top of my head!
Don’t women come into their “prime” around age 30?
(Everyone knows that men peak at 17).
That would explain your haiku lust. A rampant, raging urge to rhyme.
No, those silly haikus were written when we in our late teens, early twenties. Far from our prime– if 30 is a woman’s prime.
You may have written them Back In The Day, but now you
appreciate them more on a deep and personal level (is what I’m sayin).
No really, I think women age like a fine wine. Men peak too early.
Heyyyyy, U went to H-mart WITHOUT ME?????