Grandmother’s Stew Robbie Yates Fictional Poems July 16, 2018July 16, 2018 1 Minute My darling old grandmother’s stew Is neither delicious nor new. It’s leftover stuff Soggy veggies, meat tough A horrible simmering brew. She says that it’s healthy and fine, It strengthens your guts and your spine. And each day or two She adds to the stew It’s existed since ’79! Image from Pixabay © CC0 Creative Commons 2015 For exclusive updates and a free book of poems, join the mailing list! Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Robbie Yates Children's Author and Writer of Ridiculous Poetry View all posts by Robbie Yates Published July 16, 2018July 16, 2018
Reminding me an awful lot Of with the good old ‘hunters’ pot’: While simmering by night and day Add everything that comes one’s way! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
It sounds a lot like Grandma’s slop It cooks from morn to night; With all the world’s ingredients The stuff just don’t taste right! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
But all the hunters used to say That theirs got better day by day, Was not a dish that you would seek Until been cooking for a week! LikeLiked by 2 people
I like the picture with items sticking up out of the liquid, like lumberjack’s coffee that’s strong enough that the spoon sticks up out of it! 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Yuck! But that’s an excellent idea. She also lost her house-cat a couple months ago, so I’ll take a look for traces of Fluffy in there too… 😂 LikeLike Reply
Mmmm. Bit difficult to distinguish from the mold filaments, then. You might actually have to end up removing both, which will probably compromise some of the flavor’s bass notes. Ah, well… LikeLiked by 1 person
Yikes… But how funny u wrote this.. How do u write this. I become a 5year old when i read your poems. So much fun LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Your grandma sounds fun And I am sure the stew is yum No wonder you are growing day by day! 😂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Well, Grandma’s clearly still around in this so she must be doing SOMETHING right! 😉 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Reminds me of (euw) stew in childhood, which found its way into the septic tank thru unconventional means. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I think Grandmother’s Stew needed to be pumped straight into the septic tank too… and not via our digestive systems! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
LOL. Heard of ‘short arms deep pockets’? Revise that to ‘long arms, pockets full of stew’ LikeLiked by 1 person
If grandma’s stew is anything like a fine, aged wine, I’m sure it’s terrific. Or terrifically terrible… 😛 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Classic, Robbie. 😂
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Thank you 😊
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Reminding me an awful lot
Of with the good old ‘hunters’ pot’:
While simmering by night and day
Add everything that comes one’s way!
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It sounds a lot like Grandma’s slop
It cooks from morn to night;
With all the world’s ingredients
The stuff just don’t taste right!
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But all the hunters used to say
That theirs got better day by day,
Was not a dish that you would seek
Until been cooking for a week!
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Robbie, it looks as if you’ve got limericks figured out.
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Aww thanks masercot 😊
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I have trouble with those. That’s why I stick with couplets…
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I find limericks easier. Funny how we all have our strengths and weaknesses!
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I like the picture with items sticking up out of the liquid, like lumberjack’s coffee that’s strong enough that the spoon sticks up out of it! 😀
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Stodgy. That’s the word your comment made me think of! 😁
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Eww! I can just imagine it! Great images pop through my head. 🙂
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Ha! Thanks Angie! I won’t make you eat any of it! 😂
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Have you tried looking in there for that finger she lost?
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Yuck! But that’s an excellent idea. She also lost her house-cat a couple months ago, so I’ll take a look for traces of Fluffy in there too… 😂
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Look for extra skinny short noodles in — what color was she?
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She was Russian Blue, so should be easy to spot 😂
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Mmmm. Bit difficult to distinguish from the mold filaments, then. You might actually have to end up removing both, which will probably compromise some of the flavor’s bass notes. Ah, well…
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Bahahaha. You make me snort.
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😎
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Yikes… But how funny u wrote this.. How do u write this. I become a 5year old when i read your poems. So much fun
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Awww Deepa your comment made me grin 😁
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Your grandma sounds fun
And I am sure the stew is yum
No wonder you are growing day by day! 😂
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I think it’s entirely to blame for my sense of humor, at the very least!
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Oh! How I wish I had tasted her stew when she offered some!😌
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Well, Grandma’s clearly still around in this so she must be doing SOMETHING right! 😉
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A very good point! I will choke down another helping.
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Reminds me of (euw) stew in childhood, which found its way into the septic tank thru unconventional means.
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I think Grandmother’s Stew needed to be pumped straight into the septic tank too… and not via our digestive systems!
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LOL. Heard of ‘short arms deep pockets’? Revise that to ‘long arms, pockets full of stew’
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Bahahaha 😂😂
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If grandma’s stew is anything like a fine, aged wine, I’m sure it’s terrific. Or terrifically terrible… 😛
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It has notes of oak, cut grass, and mildew
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