Hey, everyone! 🙂
I know this is up late today–I was helping a childhood friend of mine with moving. The two of us have been besties since second grade, you know.
And she even recommended the topic for today’s poem. A used Styrofoam plate from one of KFC’s buffets.
And the co-topic of “Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader?”
These may seem totally random but they actually made sense at the moment she recommended them.
So here’s the poem!
Nails on Styrofoam, squeak like a
chalkboard on the verge of tipping—
an empty plate. Are you smarter
than a fifth grader? I wouldn’t
know if I was—haven’t been playing
as long as her—I dropped my
plate on the way to the
buffet—my nails slipped off
the Styrofoam and the mashed potatoes
made waves in the classroom
dripping with gravy—waves like
the pattern on my empty plate
that used to be too full
until I emptied it with the
crash of a wave goodbye.
–The Chalkboard is Made of Styrofoam and the Plate Has Nail Marks
Thanks, Rachel! I couldn’t have written this poem without your influence.
Now, I’m going to go because I told myself I could have a second plate of spaghetti after I finished this post. 🙂
Hope you enjoyed reading! More fun stuff to come next week!