This poem was inspired by a prompt from janetmiles. It was sponsored by
rix_scaedu. In case you're not familiar with it, you can read more about haggis online.
A squall of accordion music blares from the speakers
as the Bad Humor truck turns the corner.
The bogeyman and the lurking shadow
scramble to grab wooden nickels
out of the jar on the coffee table.
Soon they are arguing cheerfully
over whether to split a bowl of haggis
or each get their own skewer of garlicy brussels sprouts
while the air fills with the scent of liver and onions.
The golem in front of Naomi's house bounces impatiently on his toes.
Yes...
November 2 2011, 16:48:50 UTC 9 years ago
It's a popular service that takes frozen treats through neighborhoods. We never had one either -- but my grandmother's neighborhood had a snowcone truck that I adored. It had a bell that rang, instead of playing music.
>>On the other hand, the golem bouncing impatiently on his toes...<<
Yeah, I was surprised and amused to see that pop up.
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November 2 2011, 16:57:18 UTC 9 years ago
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November 2 2011, 17:18:41 UTC 9 years ago
And yes, I have several friends in Australia, New Zealand, etc. who are reversed seasonally from me -- we really enjoy each other's gardening posts for contrast. Where are you located?
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November 2 2011, 22:12:49 UTC 9 years ago
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November 3 2011, 00:39:05 UTC 9 years ago
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November 3 2011, 01:52:10 UTC 9 years ago
(If you ever come to this part of the world do not ever stick your finger in a finger sized hole in the ground to see what is in there.)
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November 3 2011, 04:11:37 UTC 9 years ago
The stick is your friend!