Dropt
I dropped a huge
Blob of mustard spreading on
My cartoon tee-shirt
I should have outgrown such things,
But does one ever?
There is a place where
I know, whenever I go,
Whatever I wear,
The food is so delicious
I bathe my clothes in its taste.
They feed everyone
So well, no one complains of
The trials in cleaning
But be advised, not your best,
Or beloved or brand new;
The barbeque is
Country, fantastic, filling,
Hudson’s Barbeque
Beats the rest in every test
But from stains does not refrain.
Mustard today here
In my kitchen got me fond
Thinking, so alright
Dribbles are not all awful,
When memory arises.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 