Sunday, October 30, 2011

A poem, some might say

This is how I came about writing the following poem which has been published. My deceased husband and I were on a trip. I was driving the motor home as he did not like to drive it. I loved to drive it. We towed a hot pink tracker behind it and I had a lot of fun with that little buggy.

We were driving down the road one night ( I like driving at night) and we were in Colorado. Phil had been sleeping and when he woke up I was driving and writing on an envelope I found on the dash. He was horrified that I did not have both hands on the wheel. That is one reason I like to drive at night.....less traffic plus he slept a lot LOL. He yelled at me to pull over. I did so and he wanted to know what I was writing and I told him it was about things I see. Long story short on that one. He stayed awake and I continued to drive but not write while I did so.

The finished product is posted below. Now I thought it was funny. I was not serious when I wrote it. I have been asked if I would let a band make a song out of it and I think to myself "what are you on?" LOL I do not think anyone in their right mind would want to touch this as a song. I was wrong.

And now the poem


Roadkill, fire up the grill
if you won't tell, I'll cool it to sell
we'll get us a stand by the side of the road
go out every night for another load.

Fry up some taters, bake some beans
cook up a mess of colored greens
put it on a plate with all those things
and tell 'em it's chicken without wings.

Roadkill it's free game, if we beat the buzzards to it
we'll give it a name. put it on the menu and
put it on a plate and never tell the customers
what they just ate.

Help me with this pig, it sure is fat
get us a lot of meat outta that
it'll be special just for Sunday
freeze the leftovers first thing Monday.

Go over there and get that tire tread
we'll hide it tween 2 pieces of bread
and get that frog, we'll flatten it's head
put it in some blatter, fry it in fat
tell them folks they just gotta try that.

Now we don't want no armadillo,
I heard tell that'll kill ya
we want our eaters coming back
not carried out in a body sack.

Author-Jo Ann M. Cathey
copywrite 2000

Now you know why I did not put it in the talent section. I was floored when it got published and I was even more floored when a band wanted to make it a song. I did not give them the rights to it as it was just stuff that came across my mind while we were driving across the US.

After you read that I hope you realize that I am still that same person, just a couple of years older. Some things I think are funny others might think just ain't right. People say you are as young as you act...well then I ain't gettin'old cuz I love funny stuff too much.

Thank you for taking your time to read my blog. Please feel free to leave me a comment and I promise you if I ever invite you to dinner it will not be after we just took a trip.

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Aesthetics48 said...

That was too fun! I love that poem, lol. I tell ya, you're my kinda gal cause I, certainly, have been know to grab up that road kill and cook it! My kid checked the fridge for a year to make sure he wasn't eating road kill wabbit. lol

chateycathey said...

You are a riot Ace LOL

chateycathey said...

The link to my store should be:
I made a boo boo in the post, will have to watch that.

kornkountrytreasures said...

CC, you did great!! I loved it!! And no, doesn't offend!!

Keep it gal!!

Anonymous said...

FUNtastic Poem! I can see that in a country song! Play it backwards and your food comes alive! OH! :O

KEEP your sense of humor girl...the world needs ya! ♥

Z'anne said...

What a hoot, CC!!! Too funny and I'll cook, thank you very much! LOL

We used to have a lot of opossums out here, but after years of automotive misfortunes on the roadways, now we find racoons taking their place. And NO...I am not stopping so I can get a coon skin cap!! LOL

Supergranny said...

The name of that ole grill is 'You kill em....we grill em'. Somewhere there is a real roadkill cafe. Our daughter brought me a t-shirt from there:)

Love Your Pet Expo said...

Too funny!

I used to love driving our motorhome,too. Especially down bumpy dirt roads. Hubby never had the patience for going 5 mph. I loved bumping along, imagining the wagon train women doing the same thing 150 years ago--without shocks, running water, or generator.

Fleapirates said...

Great poem! I am still chuckling!

Up here in the city we see a lot of roadkill skunks... would love to see you gals try and brew that up!

chateycathey said...

HA HA HA Flea....Why don't you try it and tell us how it went LOLOL