Posts Tagged ‘anti-odes’


No one cares, Piggy.

Find your own way out.

Transportation can be unreliable.

Boys will be boys.


 © Umansky 2013

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Anti-Ode to Mustard

There is nothing deserving in you.

No great taste or color.  You are

putrid, in the way that puke is

putrid.  Your spice and scents are

ill-natured.  My hot dog shuns you.

My corned-beef shuns you. Even, I, shun you.

You are not allowed in my kitchen.

I don’t care who might someday

crave your stench. I forbid you cross this

threshold.  Mustard, you disgrace

the name of Seeds everywhere.

You disgrace all the fairies of

Midsummer Night’s Dream.


© Umansky 2013


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Anti-Ode to Pickles

You ruin everything with your juice

and your pimples.

You don’t even  know how

to share. You hog everything.

Why do you think those

French Fries want your kiss?

You’re so entitled.  Why don’t

you just go back to your home?

We’re all stocked up, here.


© Umansky 2013

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