The word emergency reaches through eons
and radio, lunges out animates the print headlines
travels with humanity through time
and trades like currency
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I am having a corn chip emgerency. I ate four bags this week watching the horrors on the TV news
Being a HUGE fan of corn chips, I totally understand the emergency. Since we longer have Fritos corn chips, I was going to ask Trudeau to declare a state of emergency. But he was too busy choosing socks. That's why they're always mismatched!
Richard, yes! I, too, miss Fritos. There are other chips around, but nothing like those amazing Fritos. Maybe I am beginning to share that sense of emergency...And don't alert Ottawa whatever you do! We may be denied all and any chips if attention is diverted away from socks! Many thanks for reading.
favorite lines: [ i had favorite lines in the poem Ice probably, but forgot to mention them. i'm NOT going back! ! ! ! ! ! ] But I had no idea then and still do not feel or understand your pain over a corn chip emergency....................... and thanks for poet's note. Elena's comment is also a delight to read. Delicious emergency. delectable emergency. Disgraceful emergency? What i wouldn't 'give' to have all mankind's and womankind's and other creaturekind's emergencies be as serious as a corn chip one. I’d give my share anyway to the cause. along with Ice, this shall go into the showcase 'for PH poets' on my site. thanks. bri :)
Hi Bri, Thanks so much. Yes, if only....if only....there were nothing more serious than no corn chips in the bowl. The world would be perfect. Thanks again.
Forgive me but I must disagree. Having fantastic salsa or liquid warm nacho cheese with no corn chip in sight can be classified as D-grade emergency. While a D-grade emergency cannot hope to compete to the A-grade emergency you eloquently describe in your poem it nonetheless deserves to be recognized as the emergency it is. Kindly refer to your manual on Emergencies and while you are at it please write more poems like this. All the best.
Elena, Brilliant comment! D-grade, as in, just maybe, degrade an emergency! ? ! And yes...I am working on a few more poems right now. I hope to have them posted within a few weeks...and one seems to be shaping up, at least a little, like this one.
A spinning ambagious Tasmanian devil of a poem. (That's a good thing!)
Thank you, LeeAnn. You actually may have a corn chip emergency!