Yesterday I offered up some bits and bobs of scribbles that were bits and bobs of poems. I speculated on the possibility of turning them into something worthwhile.
Everyone who knows me knows how much I frown on the pumpkin spice epidemic. I wish the CDC would look into it, it’s out of control. A friend posted gleefully on FB that she found pumpkin spice hand soap and dish soap – will this never end?
With that in mind, I decided that I would start with the least of the bits and bobs (I do like saying that…) and while this is hardly great literature, I think it’s fun.
by Grace St.Clair
I double checked, it’s August still
Yet scrolling down my Facebook wall
It seems I’m wrong, it’s really Fall.
Cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger – nice.
Cloves and allspice – maybe not,
Still, in pie it hits the spot.
Coffee, sure, that’s de rigueur
But sprays and soaps and lotions, Yikes
The world seems made of pumpkin spice.
Old fashioned folks like me protest!
Pumpkin spice in pie is best,
Please leave it out of all the rest.