Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Luck Gone Amuck: March Poetry

I love poetry. You probably can't tell by the way I butcher it each month in these monthly poetry posts. It shouldn't surprise you though, since I've been blathering on here on this blog for almost 5 years that I do love the written word. In all of its forms. It's why I don't limit my posts to recipes or fiction or editorials or family stories or humor or even heartbreak. It's why I say whatever's on my mind depending on my mood.

And once a month, lucky you, my mood waxes poetic. This month my friends and I picked the theme Luck. 

Monthly Poetry Group, March 2017 theme: Luck | Presented by www.BakingInATornado.com | #poem #poetry #MyGraphics


Since we chose this theme last year too, I'll take this as a golden opportunity for a do over.

So sit back and enjoy. Or not. You know I've got a delicious recipe to share in case you need a bribe. Or a reward. Your choice. Either way, it's chocolate. See:

Nutella Krisp Pie, a nutella based filling with a few surprise ingredients in this delicious dessert. | Recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #dessert #pie

 Nutella Krisp Pie
Nutella Krisp Pie, a nutella based filling with a few surprise ingredients in this delicious dessert. | Recipe developed by www.BakingInATornado.com | #recipe #dessert #pie

Luck Gone Amuck


She was ready, so it seemed,
to catch a leprechaun, she'd dreamed,
thoughts were thought and plans were schemed,
to grab the pot of gold that gleamed.

Finally it came, the date,
only St. Patty's Day would rate.
She'd planned the trap and set the bait,
that leprechaun would meet his fate.

And there it was up in the sky,
a rainbow had just caught her eye.
Heading off and feeling spry,
this year it was to do or die.

She followed it through hill and dale,
no, this time she refused to fail.
Sometimes dark colors, others pale,
she persevered, knew she'd prevail.

Exhaustion nearly reached its peak,
when suddenly, there, by the creek,
"Is that the Leprechaun I seek?" 
She thought (she was afraid to speak).


And now, oh Lord, she had to pee,
but can't lose sight or he will flee,
just think of how wealthy she'll be,
when he hands over that finder's fee.

She knew she'd neared that pot of gold, 
Lepechanun's fate would now unfold.
When undeniable truth came bold, 
her bladder she just could not hold.

Darting for the nearest tree,
of course the leprechaun did see.
Off he danced with spiteful glee,
"again this year you won't catch me"!
 
Well isn't that just my damn luck,
Another try has gone amuck,
"curse you, bladder, you suck"
(or another word rhyming with firetruck).

And yes, next year again she'd try
for success, that pot of gold she'd pry
from the leprechaun with the gleam in his eye. 
She can't lose, and you know why?
New plan . . . a catheter she'll buy.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, friends. Hope all your luck is good.

Before you go, click on these links to more poetry by some of my friends: 


Dawn of Spatulas on Parade shares The Meaning of Luck

Diane of On the Border shares (Bad) Luck of the Irish

Jules of The Bergham Chronicles shares Luck of the Draw.



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Nutella Krisp Pie
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Printable Recipe
 
Ingredients:
1 uncooked pie crust
2 tsp flour
1/2 cup nutella
4 TBSP butter, melted
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup light corn syrup
1/2 tsp salt
3 eggs
1 1/2 cup Cocoa Krispies or Cocoa Pebbles cereal
1/2 cup butterfingers baking bits

OPT: whipped cream or ice cream for serving

Directions:
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
*Spread the flour over the pie crust. Carefully turn the crust over and fit into your pie pan, flour side down.
*Whisk together the nutella, butter, brown sugar, corn syrup and salt. Last, whisk in the eggs.
*Carefully mix in the cereal and the butterfingers bits. Pour into the pie shell.
*Bake for 45 minutes, tent with tin foil and bake another 15 minutes. Allow to cool completely.
*Store leftovers in the fridge. Bring to room temperature to serve.  

10 comments:

  1. Brilliant! Stupid bladders . . .

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    1. Exactly. If it wasn't for that bladder she'd be rich right now!

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  2. Or adult underwear. Lots easier than a catheter. Ugh! (The pie, though, more than makes up for the thought of a catheter.) That bladder incident was the perfect touch. Pinned!! Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com

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    1. Yes, adult underwear, if you can force yourself to actually go in them . . .

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  3. Hell yeah my bladder often likes to fail on me and it sucks

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  4. I NEED this pie and that poem! LOL girl you rock!

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  5. Why do we always have to pee at the most important moments?
    That pie sounds terribly yummy! Cheers from the girl who's munching on her carrot sticks...

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    1. I've got a carrot recipe coming up next month!

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