Good Eats

Good Eats

A Poem by Celie Rose
"

chew food properly or you may choke.

"

Good Eats



grand opening,

announcing the 

windmill restaurant 

and country Inn.

the crowd began 

to mingle while entering.

men, women and 

children.

lastly harry burt 

wobbled in for the

evening.


sara was the owner,

she was polite and 

very funny.

being a business woman,

besides quality service, 

her intent was to get

her patrons money.

she eagerly welcomed

all exclaiming,

come on in and 

grab a squat,

loosen your belts,

you gonna feast 

on a lot.

slap on a napkin 

or hanky put it

round your triple chin.

nah, no sir at times 

I’m only kidding.


sara ran her hands 

through her customer 

harry's hair saying,

unfasten your zipper,

you’re stomach is 

sure to swell,

try a couple of our 

potent drinks,

will make you feel 

so very chipper.

mouth watering and 

enticing appetizers.

healthy heaping servings,

decent prices deserving.

the food is fit for a king.

do I need to repeat?

order some eats then

dig right in and see.


please don’t come 

up in here

looking like a 

muddy mess,

shirt and shoes 

is decent dress.

a shirt, shoes 

and a pretty dress,

sara thought that

would be best.,

something that gives 

you zest.

not your sunday best, 

she did attest.

you came here to 

enjoy and relax.


try my charcoal 

broiled steaks, 

also on the menu 

is our famous

barbecued goose stew.  

for the wild taste in you.

soft drinks for the kids,

for adults a couple

of beers.


all of the sudden,

harry’s greenish-blue eyes 

just about popped 

out his head,

it was an unpleasant 

surprise.

he was choking on 

a chunk from his medium 

rare steak that he ate.

opening his mouth wide, 

and gaping,

direct result of his 

hungry nature,

he sat there shoveling the 

food, not stopping for a 

minute until the coughing, 

spitting and snarling

continuously pursued.


sara jumped and took off 

for the kitchen,

grabbed her son forrest, 

and her fear she 

did mention.

both came rushing 

out from the back,

to give a helping 

hand to this fallen man.

sara had already 

called 911.

before coming back 

with her son.


the hymen maneuver! 

the hymen maneuver!

this is what i’ll be doing.

harry was a large man,

and sara’s son was 

a whopping buck fifty,

standing there. 

he was extremely skinny,

looked like a twig

I mean this!


forrest went up 

to harry, putting his

arms around 

the lower part of 

harry’s belly,

giving three to four 

hard upward thrusts,

the meat came up,

it shot across the room.

powerful enough 

to knock over sara’s 

sweeping broom.


anyways,

forrest sat beside harry 

keeping him calm saying,

soon man soon the 

ambulance is coming.

I’m so sorry you 

did not finish 

your supper.

I’ll issue you cash or credit 

for to order another.

harry waved as the

paramedics 

whisked him away.

© 2016 Celie Rose


Author's Note

Celie Rose
This poem is for a 10 word contest. The words are assigned. I also welcome your comments.

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Poor Harry. That just wasn't his night for a bite! :) Thank you for entering this interesting story into the 10 words I give contest.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Umm...We all like our food. Well I do. and I cook my own too...but please, let's not eat like pigs...it's disgusting, and you could choke on a bite... Nice story.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is a very interesting poem. I really enjoyed reading it to the end and I thought the end was good. I found the comparison of the sizes of the characters Harry and Forrest quite interesting as well, since Harry was a big man and Forrest was very skinny. I think that your way of using this poem to tell a story reflects well on your creativity and I would like to commend you on that. Keep up the good work and good luck in your future endeavors. I look forward to reading more writing by you in the future.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I enjoyed this story in the poem. Made me smile and I liked the ending. You are a very good storyteller my friend. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


who knows,we have a lot of strange cultures

Posted 8 Years Ago


This poem reminds me of a video I saw on a list of the ss world's strangest restaurants.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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