Thursday, March 12, 2026

Poetry Thursday




My friends Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetatonhave provided the picture below to inspire our poetry





Bob woke up naked under a tree

With a girl he did not know he had made whoopee.

And now he was powerfully hungry

And needed food he could eat for tree


He found some laundry hanging on the line

And he picked out  to wear something sublime

And then he saw the most wonderful sign

At the Big Boy you could eat for free if you could finish it all in time


Bob presented himself at the Big Boy and said he was their man

Finishing five pounds of food and getting it for free was his plan

Just bring him some utensils and a flat pan

And an unencumbered path to the can


A plate full of nachos was the meal of the day

And when placed on table the meal did sway

And Bob thought he could never put this much food away

He was hoping he could eat enough that they would not make him pay


Bob began eating bite by bite

But knew he would have to pick it up if he was to be done by night

But the pile didn’t seem to be losing height

And began shoving it down his throat with all his might


Then Bob felt something in his belly

That began to feel like he had eaten a bad gallon of jelly

Then be blew chunks on the nachos, on the table, on the telly

He blew on the bar, the wall, and a couple who would be identified by dental records as Michelle Pfeiffer and her husband    David Kelly


Then Bob took a seat

And dabbed his mouth to be neat

Then began eating again saying he had a time to beat

And soon had his free meal because everyone fled out the door in fear of a repeat







13 comments:

  1. that is da bomb... coffee on the pants hahahahaha

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  2. Ruby you and your mom wrote a fantastic poem. I must say I would not go in the Big Boy Restaurant now either because I was afraid I'd run into bob.

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  3. That's a great story poem. Are there still Big Boy restaurants? We had one near where I lived as a kid but not anywhere I live now. Glad Bob found one. :)

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  4. You excel yourself each week! I would steer well clear of the Big Boy restaurant.

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  5. That is a big plate! Good poem :-D

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  6. As always you aced the poem you have a way with words
    Hugs Cecilia

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  7. Stoopid Bob sure didn't learn his lesson! Great poem, Ruby!

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  8. After reading that poem, the health inspector might want to pal a little visit to that restaurant.

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  9. Oh, dear! Bob does sound a bit, um, intemperate when it comes to both food choices and whom he spends the night with, doesn't he.

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  10. Lulu: "Our Dada says Mr. Creosote has got nothing on Bob! Whoever Mr. Creosote is ..."

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