Welcome! Diane realized that July 14th is National Macaroni and Cheese Day and saw potential for a good poetry theme. Why not? I'm plenty cheesy.
photo by Joshua Bousel
I thought there was a chance that more than one person would share this poem, what with there being a run on macaroni and cheese poems today. Did anybody?
Macaroni & Cheese
by Laura Kasischke
One day you may be asked, “How
was it that God brought forth
out of nothing?” Then, “Is
there no difference between them—
nothing, and being?” Outside
a strange slow snow, and a big
black bird hunched
over something in the road. The sky
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When I thought about coming up with my own poem, I considered writing about the time when I wouldn't eat my grandparents' baked macaroni and cheese because only Kraft would do (too embarrassing?). In the end, a particular batch of the dish came to mind:
There once was a mac and cheese
that tasted a bit like a sneeze
with gluten-free pasta,
a total disasta,
still worse was the dairy-free "chreez."
(No offense intended to good gluten-free, dairy-free macaroni and cheese...)
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