Domestic Poetry: Issue One – Ode To Cashews

Hello, again, Gentle Reader(s – being optimistic here),

It’s time to launch yet another category in the seemingly unending launch of new categories on this blog site. Today, I am introducing the newly conceived Domestic Poetry category, based on the fact that I couldn’t think of anything else to call it. 

It may change in the future when I choose to expend the energy required to come up with a decent title, but for now, it’s Domestic Poetry.

So, with that, let us be off…

As, probably, all of you don’t know, I love cashews. I think that the cashew is the absolute best nut ever devised by God. Sure! There are other nuts – Peanuts, Walnuts, Almonds, Pistachios, Politicians (I don’t want to play favorites, here), Hazel, Macadamia, Pecan, Hex, Wing, Cap, Flange, Coco, Brazil, and Pine to name a few. But Cashews really stand out, in my book.

This being the case, I have decided to formalize my taste for cashews in the same way that I have formalized my feelings for my dogs. With a poem.

So without any further explanation, I shall begin now…

Ode To Cashews

By

The Very William H. Kammerer, Jr, Esq. (Not)

“I think that no-one ever knew,

A tree yummy as a cashew”

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I love Cashews, yes,

It’s cashews that I love,

I love them when they’re from below,

And when their from above. 

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Cashews to the left of me, 

Cashews to the right,

Cashews there for me to eat,

All through the day and night.

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Cashews to the North of me,

Cashews to the south,

Cashews to the East and West,

Just waiting for my mouth.

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Cashews in the kitchen,

Cashews in the den,

Cashews found inside my house,

Located end to end.

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Cashews in the cupboard,

Cashews in a drawer,

I love cashews so darned much,

I’d eat them off the floor.

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Cashews lightly salted,

Or not salted at all,

Or even lots of salt on top,

You know I’ll eat them all.

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Cashews with my breakfast,

Cashews with my lunch, 

Cashews for my dinner, too,

Yes, I eat them by the bunch.

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Cashews for my mid-day snack,

And for eating in between,

Chances I may forget them,

Are really pretty lean.

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No matter what the time of day,

No matter time of year, 

The cashew is the nut I crave,

With them, I have no fear.

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So if you wonder what I’d like,

For Christmas time this year,

Just think of this and and when you shop,

The answer’s pretty clear.

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Cashew.

Gazuntite.