Domestic Poetry: Issue One – Ode To Cashews

March 27, 2016

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


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

“I think that no-one ever knew,

A tree yummy as a cashew”



I love Cashews, yes,

It’s cashews that I love,

I love them when they’re from below,

And when their from above. 


Cashews to the left of me, 

Cashews to the right,

Cashews there for me to eat,

All through the day and night.


Cashews to the North of me,

Cashews to the south,

Cashews to the East and West,

Just waiting for my mouth.


Cashews in the kitchen,

Cashews in the den,

Cashews found inside my house,

Located end to end.


Cashews in the cupboard,

Cashews in a drawer,

I love cashews so darned much,

I’d eat them off the floor.


Cashews lightly salted,

Or not salted at all,

Or even lots of salt on top,

You know I’ll eat them all.


Cashews with my breakfast,

Cashews with my lunch, 

Cashews for my dinner, too,

Yes, I eat them by the bunch.


Cashews for my mid-day snack,

And for eating in between,

Chances I may forget them,

Are really pretty lean.


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.


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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