Today I'm cookin' the dinner.
I stir in all the stuff that I should
'cause I know just how to make it
so EVERYthing I cook tastes good.
I'm smushin' meatloaf without any onions
and veggies without any beans.
See how I squished the smashed 'tatoes?
Right by the macaronis and cheese.
Next I will make ice cream salad.
(Cookin' dinner is really fun work) .
Here's shovels and buckets of jello
and marshmallow pies for dessert.
Uh oh... it's startin' to rain.
Now mom will bring me inside...
The rain sure is wreckin' my cookin'
but rain will make MORE mud outside!
Love this, your children's poems always inspire me to write one! Welcome back CJ, i have missed you. Kindest Regards Slim. x.
Great poem, but now I'm hungry. The best part about mud pies is you don't haveta wash your hands before you eat em. -chuck
Those were the days, huh? All you needed was 1 ingredient and you could make any recipe in the world! lol Sweet. Shannon xoxo
I really like this down-to-earth, humorous poem. All the specific details & the suggestive words in which they are conveyed pull the reader into the very locus & action of the poem. Also, the sensual quality of the descriptions - the 'mushin' meatloaf, ' the 'squishing' the 'smashed 'tatoes, ' the 'macaronis and chees, ' and the 'marshmallow pies, ' have a delightful physical quality that makes the mouth drool, & the fingers feel what the young cook is doing. The last stanza is the clincher-it comes as a surprise to find out the speaker is a young child & what she has really been 'cookin'.' A beautiful visionary poem from a child's perspective. One question: why put (children) in parenthesis as part of the title? Wouldn't it be more suggestive to just call it 'Mud Pies'? The poem may be about children or the speaker of the poem may be a child, but the poem's significance certainly transcends this. Thank you for sharing your visionary moments, CJ.
This brought back a memory of my son standing in a hole in the back yard covered from head to toe with dirt, grinning like only a dirt covered boy can grin. And those memories is what your poetry is all about. Rusty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gee this is a real kids fun one. Mud, how we loved it! It was always the right consistency for making pies, and pancakes, etc., Good poem CJ thanks for posting it. Love Ernestine XXX