Redeye Gravy

Redeye Gravy

A Poem by Sunflower/Sara Kendrick
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Quatrain, humorous

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Now sits the redeye gravy in the pan

It certainly is not at all like jam

Mom made it years ago for her man

Fry some country ham, pour coffee bam

 

Never knew why it was called redeye

Then my grandson informed me just why

Men who had been out late had bleareye

Who looked like they had been drip-dry

 

I always thought that it was because

It had dark red color from drippings

In my home it got an applause

I thought that it was God's blessings

 

I learned my husband doesn't like it

My grandson doesn't like redeye gravy

When I make it only make a bit

Always redeye gravy left heavy

 

Today decided to place on grits

Feed to the cats see if they like it

Now cat is running around won't sit

I guess that caffeine gave them lift

© 2010 Sunflower/Sara Kendrick


Author's Note

Sunflower/Sara Kendrick
Redeye gravy was one of the staples in my home...Mother would fry ham and she always made small pot of coffee..When she finished frying the ham, she would pour some coffee in the pan and let cook down a little..I always liked it on grits or a biscuit..My family never liked it..

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Sweet mix of past and present, history and hysterical.. Redeye gravy.. not sure what to think of it, but love your glimpses at your life and dear ones that surround you!

Posted 14 Years Ago


no gravy for myself but I know cats ~

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on October 31, 2010
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