I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
I eat it alone.
I am aware it is not good to eat oatmeal alone.
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I don't usually like long poems, but was fascinated by this one. What an imagination! I was attracted to the title in the first place because I have a poem OATMEAL OMELET. Oh, wait, I think I changed the title to STRANGE FOODS: OATMEAL OMELET.
It's interesting how different this version is from the version in a book we have - purchased at a reading by Galway Kinnell. He autographed that particular poem at the time. There are extra lines in the version above.
The wording should be with God's reckless wobble not with a reckless, shining wobble.
Ha ha Ha! i really enjoyed this one so different poem. As a new member this poem was a chance reading because of curiosity. Am i glad i did it. I did so much need to break my smile into a laugh. What an imagination! ! Lovely. Oi 'ad a 'eck of a toime, he said, more or less, ha ha... Oi 've Otmeal too with you.