I meant to post this way back, but I disremembered. Listen to how cool this is. Little did we know, but around the same time I was having a pie and poetry evening in OH, my friend in NY was having a pie and poetry experience all her own. She has gracefully given permission for me to share her poem.
Of Lousy Pie and Cellulite
a poem by Charlotte Mountain
Diner waitress, she’s pigeon-toed
Offers pie, it’s a-la-mode
Tight-lipped and frost-nipped
It was December or November
I disremember
Although I am no connoisseur
The pie it tasted quite impure
I needed quick a water-cure
Perhaps liqueur
I am unsure
Of pie, of ice cream
I don’t blaspheme
The taste of both was so oppressive
Aggressive, depressive and in-digestive
Diner waitress you bedlamite
Of lousy pie and cellulite
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Wow. I'm clicking, I'm clicking.
Ah, Charlotte. Glad you keep in touch.
please tell your friend her poem was delicious to my mind! it has inspired me to read and write more poems!
Love it... especially "disremember"
Funny. Mmm, pie sounds pretty good right now.
Oh, "disremember." My granny Gann's mother, who grew up basically on the road between Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico and Colorado used to say that now and again. I suspect it's a bit of a regionalism.
She also used to say "misremember". They are two different words--to "disremember" is to have forgotten a fact. To "misremember" is to have a memory that is not true to the facts.
The more you know!
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