Frank N. Footer


The Foodies Have A Spat - Poem by Frank N. Footer

He gulped.
She stood there with a knife,
and the blade was poised
above the steaming bread.
She guffawed.
'You're going to slice it like
Texas Toast, aren't you? '
he smirked.
'You always have to slice it thick, '
he complained.
The knife began its journey.
'It's too hot as well. You're
going to ruin the loaf, '
he scolded.
She laughed heartily as the knife
gashed the tender bread.
Crumbs were floating in the air
as if tied to fishing line.
He smelled
yeast as it poured out
of the pumpernickel.
Sobbing, he thought of when they
used to sop up their peppered
gravy with biscuits. 'Wait,
I haven't even cut the cheese yet! '
He blurted.
They stopped, giggled, and looked at each other.
She put the knife in the sink carefully,
and he hugged her from behind.


Comments about The Foodies Have A Spat by Frank N. Footer

  • Gold Star - 16,120 Points Mandolyn ... (10/20/2014 1:18:00 PM)

    10 from me because this guy has spunk and his poems are top bunk.
    Even the raunchy ones, which are not my cup o tea. But they laugh out loud themselves.
    And anything that makes me laugh makes my thumb green. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 10,594 Points Bri Edwards (10/17/2014 9:44:00 PM)

    OK, Frank. this one i will have to send to MyPoemList, and NOT because i feel sorry for you, 'cause i don't. it is a damn good poem. thanks for sharing.

    but, if i hadn't heard foodies mentioned around my stepdaughters after moving out to the west coast, i would have had less of an understanding of the title and poem.

    the only thing i found wrong (and it had to do with the 'english', which was generally superb) was that you capitalized He/he a few times when it was not, or appeared to be not, at the beginning of a sentence. it was, however, at the beginning of lines. I'm pretty sure we aren't 'talking' God/He here, and other places you do not capitalize he, AND you do not capitalize the pronoun her. She is always capitalized, but it is always the first word in a sentence, though, coincidentally also always the first word of a line. SO i figure you just goofed, OR you are playing with my mind?
    STOP PLAYING WITH ME! ! ! ! :) bri


    p.s. i especially enjoyed these two sections:

    She laughed heartily as the knife
    gashed the tender bread.
    Crumbs were floating in the air
    as if tied to fishing line.

    and

    They stopped, giggled, and looked at each other.
    She put the knife in the sink carefully,
    and he hugged her from behind.

    did he hug her buns?
    cut the cheese? are we talking a dairy product live provolone, or about intestinal gases? ? ? :) :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 111 Points Michael Oliver (10/14/2014 4:56:00 AM)

    Best to bake alone - then more hot bread more butter more cheese and the innocence of virginity. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 613 Points Sara Fielder (8/31/2014 10:06:00 AM)

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. This is real life without the pink paint many poets cover it up with. My daughter said to tell you No, he is NOT an extremely bad poet and I have to agree with her! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 31,859 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (8/18/2014 9:09:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem on love and interested. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 18, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 18, 2014


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