Elizabeth Barrette (ysabetwordsmith) wrote,
Elizabeth Barrette
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Poem: "The Other Truck"

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.


The Other Truck


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.

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Where we went for the summer/Christmas holidays (same holiday - I'm currently in spring) there were Mr Whippy vans that sold icecreams and played "Greensleeves".
That is so cute.

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?
East coast, between Sydney & Newcastle.
That's cool! I like Australia. It's an interesting place to study. I'm subscribed to a Dreamwidth community for Australian gardening, just because I like looking at the pictures. The gorgeous flowers, the colorful birds, the spiders the size of salad plates...
I only get huntsman spiders whose leg span makes them as big as my hand. Oh, and the poisonous ones that live in holes in the ground in my garden.
(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.)
Actually, I never put my hands or other body parts anywhere I can't see. My instincts are quite determined about that point. All kinds of unpleasantness can lurk in holes.

The stick is your friend!

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