Last January on the first,
As tradition bid her do,
My mother attempted to cook black-eyed peas
To welcome a year (decade!) new.
Every year since her marriage, she’s followed this custom,
But last year, something went wrong.
The beans turned out burned, and soggy, and mushy—
She must have cooked them too long.
“Well, it’s not like it matters,” she said with a shrug,
(She’s never been one for superstition).
“It’s not as if they really bring luck—
This year, we’ll just skip that tradition.”
So we didn’t eat peas, and all that to say:
It’s all our fault this year has sucked.
Tomorrow we’ll eat them, burned, raw, or good,
In the hopes that they’ll bring back our luck.
(We’re sorry.)
Submitted: December 31, 2020
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Ah yes, I'm sure you had a lot of black eye peas, lol! A good humored poem that made me smile :)
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Ha, so now we know who to blame for this dreadful year! A great, quirky poem to end the worst year ever, let's hope 2021 will be happier and healthier for us all. Your poem bounced along nicely and made me chuckle... thanks for sharing!
Thu, December 31st, 2020 10:51pmAuthor
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All my family's fault, I'm afraid...here's hoping 2021 will be better in every way. Thank you so much for reading!
Thu, December 31st, 2020 3:26pm