Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe

This entry is part 31 of 92 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2011

Who ordered rain? Who ordered tea?
Order ham and croissants, bubbly with cheese.
Order sheets of fondant. Practice French.
Say tuileries, say pamplemousse.
Tuck your hair behind your ear, pick up
your fork, don your bib. Pick up the hot
crust with your fingers. Don’t eat like a bird.
Don’t you love ribs? Hand me a plum.
What’s that wrapped in paper?
Who heard? The leaves are buzzing
with news of the world.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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2 Comments


  1. Oh, this made me laugh! But it made me wish I’d had a family like this, too. I had to borrow my wife’s for this sort of thing :-)

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