Breakfast Poetry: Scrapple Haikus
A few years ago a blogger for the Baltimore Sun held a Scrapple Poetry Contest. When I found this article recently, I could hardly contain my excitement. Until I read the winners. BORING! Who needs high art when it comes to scrapple?
But a scrapple haiku? Quick and savory, and though it might not be the highest quality, at least you know what you're going go get -- just like scrapple!
So I reached out to the Scrapple Facebook page for some ideas and the folks there came through.
For your consumption, a few Scrapple Haikus.
David W. sets the scene of the ultimate relaxing morning:
breakfast sunday morn
my newspaper and coffee
my scrapple and eggs
Chris M. paints his ideal way to eat some scrapple:
crunchy scrapple yum
ketchup bottle out the fridge
heaven can now wait
Linda D. makes my mouth water in just a few syllables:
Scrapple on my plate
Crispy, brown, loafy goodness
Pass me the ketchup
You can hear the passion come through in Jason R's haiku. He doesn't care what the rest of the world thinks! You will never stand in the way of his love...for scrapple:
Scrapple oh scrapple
No one understands our love
It will never end
An ode to her favorite meat and favorite brand from Denise:
I know that it's gray
Doesn't stop me from eating
I want my Rapa!
Wise words in scrapple haiku form from Mark P:
The tastiest breakfast meat.
Don't ask what's in it.
I apprecaite Adam W. managing to get the word "offal" into his scrapple haiku:
Blended with spices and starch
And I thought I'd take a stab at a scrapple haiku myself. I call it "A Beginner's Mistake:"
Don't care what you say
I'll eat scrapple every day
Wait, what is in it?
Inspired by all this poetry? Share your own scrapple haiku in the comments!
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