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This week, I came across this one-line poem and was so taken by it.
Posted by: Flannista | January 28, 2012 at 05:53 AM
CORN (with profound apologies to Joseph Hutchison)
O the kernel panic when I must shuck you.
Posted by: Flannista | January 28, 2012 at 06:56 AM
BEETS
O rich color of blood diluted by such pale taste.
Posted by: Flannista | January 28, 2012 at 07:00 AM
CARROT
O orange pointing down, what's up doc?
Posted by: Flannista | January 28, 2012 at 07:02 AM
RADISH
O dish not very rad.
Posted by: Flannista | January 28, 2012 at 09:04 AM
RUTABAGA
O flavor please, I dearly beg ya.
Posted by: Flannista | January 28, 2012 at 09:33 AM
OK, I'm going to try this...
ARTICHOKE
O fuzzy choke, how you slow me down.
Posted by: Matissta | January 28, 2012 at 10:22 AM
I love that you're diving in, Matissta. You inspire me.
ARTICHOKE
O diving deep to heart is quite a dip.
Posted by: Flannista | January 28, 2012 at 10:31 AM
Flann: you are so entirely unforgiving of beets.
Writing Practice:
How to eat an artichoke. 10 minutes -- go.
Posted by: Justista | January 28, 2012 at 11:34 AM
BEETS
O the pickle I'm in for not loving you.
Posted by: Flannista | January 28, 2012 at 11:43 AM
JOSEPH HUTCHISON
O writer of one line that silences the 'sphere.
Posted by: Flannista | January 28, 2012 at 11:46 AM
O Beets, I stain my fingers with your blood so sweet.
Posted by: Justista | January 28, 2012 at 12:00 PM
JUSTISTA
O defend bloodied beets with legal talent and taste.
Posted by: Flannista | January 28, 2012 at 12:56 PM
O bank account weighed down by so many debits.
Posted by: Westsista | January 29, 2012 at 04:24 AM
O democracy weighed down by so much cash.
Posted by: Westsista | January 29, 2012 at 04:26 AM
Thanks, Westsista, for getting into the spirit of this.
AN EXPLANATION
O Flannista, no longer weighed down by estrogen.
Posted by: Flannista | January 29, 2012 at 05:00 AM
ARTICHOKE
O heart protected by prickly points, proceed with caution.
Posted by: Justista | January 29, 2012 at 02:10 PM
BROCCOLI
O head I cannot see the forest for the trees.
Posted by: Flannista | January 29, 2012 at 02:23 PM
This is totally off-topic, but I'm already having football withdrawal. Bowling just doesn't hack it.
Posted by: treesta | January 29, 2012 at 04:17 PM
so Flann, I guess not so many people are into odes to vegetables
Posted by: Justista | January 29, 2012 at 04:54 PM
My guess is that not many in the sassosphere are into vegetables, period.
Posted by: Flannista | January 29, 2012 at 06:55 PM
TREESTA
O vegetables are just not down your ally.
Posted by: Flannista | January 29, 2012 at 06:56 PM
Re: 6:56. Good one, Flann. Definitely.
Posted by: treesta | January 29, 2012 at 07:58 PM
O vegetables weighed down by so much bitterness.
(I'm a supertaster)
Posted by: Westsista | January 29, 2012 at 09:23 PM
O Newt weighed down by Romney spending five times as much in Florida.
Posted by: Westsista | January 29, 2012 at 09:31 PM