Picture from Wikimedia Commons, via Mary Lee Hahn at Year of Reading
I'm participating in Mary Lee Hahn's Common Inspiration- Uncommon Creations. This morning I left for work this morning at 5:45, got home at 7:50 tonight, and then tried to write a poem about a sushi train, which I have never ever heard of (that was actually after I read all of the other poets' work, which is very funny and wonderful, and well worth a trip to the Year of Reading blog. I wrote a crappy limerick, then tried to channel my inner Douglas Florian, playing with the sounds in the names of different kinds of sushi. Finally wrote about the day last summer when a sushi bar opened in my very diverse neighborhood grocery store.
The sushi bar
in the neighborhood
opened to great fanfare.
Chefs banging gongs,
to come try this fishy delight.
And I watched
carts loaded with
pepsi, hot dogs, white bread,
tortillas, enchiladas, frijoles,
chitlings, collard greens, mac and cheese,
in a whole new world
of sashimi, wasabi, and squid.
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2013
There once was a fishy named Sushi
His flesh was so firm and not mushy
To a roll he did go
With some rice just for show
And now there’s no fishy named Sushi.