“Hey, Kate, how come you never write poetry?”
-No one
Come here. Closer. Let me show you something. No, not that close. It’s fairly horrible, you don’t want to step in it.
I found this while I was organizing my old journals. Why was I doing that? Because I’m a master procrastinator, that’s why. This is something that I wrote while I was in the hospital after I had a baby, way back in 2005. True, I was on drugs (and we’ve all seen what those do to me), but that’s no excuse.
This is why I don’t write and post poetry. *ahem*
MEATLOAF
(to my dinner)Lumpy loaf that’s made of meat,
I fear you are not fit to eat.
Drowning in your gravy mess,
Of what you’re made, I cannot guess.
What meat is grey? With specks of green?
None on earth that I have seen.
Meatloaf, meatloaf, go away,
remain there on your hospital tray
Go back to the “kitchen” from whence you came,
loaf of meat that cannot be named.
When I wrote this, I laughed so hard I almost busted my stitches. Drugs are bad, mmmkay? So’s my poetry. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
But feel free to use this to frighten trick-or-treaters on Halloween! 😀
disregard the prologue 
October 24th, 2013 at 12:29 pm
Are you kidding???? That is awesome! (And I’m not being sarcastic). It’s fun and funny and a perfect description of hospital food. You should do drugs and write poetry more often!
October 24th, 2013 at 12:33 pm
“You should do drugs and write poetry more often” may be the single greatest comment I’ve ever had on this blog. 🙂
October 24th, 2013 at 12:33 pm
I’m with Elizabeth on this one.
October 24th, 2013 at 12:57 pm
Yeah, I’m sorry but I am totally in love with this poem.
October 24th, 2013 at 12:58 pm
And if you change “hospital” to “plastic” it can be used in universal situations, such as school, the old folks’ home, potentially my kitchen…
October 24th, 2013 at 1:12 pm
I would make a great kids short story…now illustrate it!!!
October 24th, 2013 at 1:39 pm
This is a fab poem Kate, so funny. I read it to my husband just now when he got in from work, he loved it too!
October 24th, 2013 at 1:40 pm
LOL I love you!
October 24th, 2013 at 4:06 pm
That would actually work quite well in a children’s book, Kate.
October 24th, 2013 at 4:21 pm
This is hilarious on multiple levels. Thanks for sharing this!
October 24th, 2013 at 5:06 pm
I laughed out loud since I know that meatloaf. I sent it back to the kitchen when I was in the hospital 50 years ago.
October 24th, 2013 at 5:08 pm
I bet it would have recognized you.
October 25th, 2013 at 11:31 am
Maybe that was the same loaf Katie got.
October 25th, 2013 at 2:55 pm
Not sure but I think it is in my refrigerator now. At lease something’s in there drinking the beer.
October 25th, 2013 at 2:57 pm
Now THERE’S a horror story for Halloween: The Meatloaf That Lived
October 25th, 2013 at 3:04 pm
..or would never die booowwwaaahhaaaaaa
October 25th, 2013 at 3:06 pm
*horror movie scream*
October 24th, 2013 at 9:01 pm
That was great! Had me laughing … and I love how everyone reacted to it. I think you’re on to something here!! 🙂
October 24th, 2013 at 11:39 pm
I definitely chuckled at “what meat is grey?” I think that would be a great short story anthology title too. It might also contribute to public health — asking that question publicly enough might cause people to start seriously reconsidering going to McDonald’s, if only just for aesthetic reasons.
October 25th, 2013 at 11:32 am
That is my kind of poetry.
Great stuff.
October 26th, 2013 at 12:59 pm
Love your ode to meatloaf! You should definitely write more poetry.
October 26th, 2013 at 1:46 pm
I’m going for day surgery some time in the spring. Who knows what might come of it? 😀