Sep 2008
Mash, Hash, and Succotash
Before you try to understand my new song, you
have to go read the top post on this page (caution:
language).
With that being said, I present to you the lyrics and a short description of my new song, "Mash, Hash, and Succotash":
You will grow, young potato
like no other food I know
left alone in a bag or in the soil.
I will place you in a jar,
use you as my seminar
for as far as you will go before you spoil.
You are useful many days,
I will use you many ways,
light a bulb, clean my glasses or my shoes.
But the greatest use of all
is the way you do enthrall
all of us with your clever, cunning ruse.
We are fooled, made to think
that our love should color pink
with a rose or rhododendron as a sign.
Happy day, when I see
that a better sign to me
is potato, ever growing, ever mine.
I have a course in Narrative and Descriptive Writing this semester with Dr. Long, and frankly, I think it's the best class ever. I was first asked to write a poem about a historical news-worthy event, so I wrote a short poem entitled "The Dartsmouth Should Have Been More Closely Guarded" about the Boston Tea Party. It was entertaining. We then read a poem entitled "September Elm" by Nicki Gunstrom (originally published in The Dickinson Review X [1995-96] 24) and discussed object poetry. We were then assigned an object poem.
Ta-da!
You can find the song in my Media section under "Imaginary Gardens", where the rest of my originals will go when I'm done re-recording. Or you can just click here, you lazy lovers of my mind.
With that being said, I present to you the lyrics and a short description of my new song, "Mash, Hash, and Succotash":
You will grow, young potato
like no other food I know
left alone in a bag or in the soil.
I will place you in a jar,
use you as my seminar
for as far as you will go before you spoil.
You are useful many days,
I will use you many ways,
light a bulb, clean my glasses or my shoes.
But the greatest use of all
is the way you do enthrall
all of us with your clever, cunning ruse.
We are fooled, made to think
that our love should color pink
with a rose or rhododendron as a sign.
Happy day, when I see
that a better sign to me
is potato, ever growing, ever mine.
I have a course in Narrative and Descriptive Writing this semester with Dr. Long, and frankly, I think it's the best class ever. I was first asked to write a poem about a historical news-worthy event, so I wrote a short poem entitled "The Dartsmouth Should Have Been More Closely Guarded" about the Boston Tea Party. It was entertaining. We then read a poem entitled "September Elm" by Nicki Gunstrom (originally published in The Dickinson Review X [1995-96] 24) and discussed object poetry. We were then assigned an object poem.
Ta-da!
You can find the song in my Media section under "Imaginary Gardens", where the rest of my originals will go when I'm done re-recording. Or you can just click here, you lazy lovers of my mind.
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