Pickles and Ketchup
a love poem for Sawyer151 total reviews
Comment from Razz
He is a true boy.
My son also need pockets in his pants from about the age of three. And he always had a Hot Wheel car in at least one of them. They are so precious. Enjoy him while he is still so innocent.
Good poem.
Razz
reply by the author on 06-Oct-2014
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He is a true boy.
My son also need pockets in his pants from about the age of three. And he always had a Hot Wheel car in at least one of them. They are so precious. Enjoy him while he is still so innocent.
Good poem.
Razz
Comment Written 05-Oct-2014
reply by the author on 06-Oct-2014
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Thank you so much, Razz :-) You have to love boys, especially when they're still innocent! LOL :-) Brooke
Comment from stroncoso1
"Pickles and Ketchup" pretty much sums up the strange concoction and unlikely pair of children's favorite tastes. Your entire poem is delightful and is very fluid and meaningful with lines like "perfect companions like I'm made for you." Well done!
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"Pickles and Ketchup" pretty much sums up the strange concoction and unlikely pair of children's favorite tastes. Your entire poem is delightful and is very fluid and meaningful with lines like "perfect companions like I'm made for you." Well done!
Comment Written 05-Oct-2014
Comment from Just2Write
This poem oozes with love. It drips from every line, and from every one of his grandma's word. Kids are naturally fussy about food. Instinctual, I think - Brussels sprouts are only for OLD people. Ask any kid. My niece NEVER ate meat. Hated it. She didn't know anything about where the food came from - she just wouldn't eat it. Still doesn't, some 50 years later.
And pants without pockets? Where the heck are you supposed to put your frogs?
Loved this one, Brooke. It's a keeper.
Rose.
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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This poem oozes with love. It drips from every line, and from every one of his grandma's word. Kids are naturally fussy about food. Instinctual, I think - Brussels sprouts are only for OLD people. Ask any kid. My niece NEVER ate meat. Hated it. She didn't know anything about where the food came from - she just wouldn't eat it. Still doesn't, some 50 years later.
And pants without pockets? Where the heck are you supposed to put your frogs?
Loved this one, Brooke. It's a keeper.
Rose.
Comment Written 05-Oct-2014
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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So far, Sawyer also refuses all meat. I will not share with his mom that your niece never changed her ways. Miranda is still living in hope :-) Brooke
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Good luck with that. LOL
Rose.
Comment from marijmd
I do have to have my pickles and ketchup when I order a burger! What a sweet little ditty - this is one that just says see how much I love you.
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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I do have to have my pickles and ketchup when I order a burger! What a sweet little ditty - this is one that just says see how much I love you.
Comment Written 05-Oct-2014
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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Thank you, marijmd, for your thoughtful and good-humored review :-) Brooke
Comment from Pili Pubul
A true warm delightful love poem straight from the heart..
Written in perfect style , very entertaining and so moving.
Very interesting favorite food.... LOL. Miranda's pictures ,,, first price. Pili
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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A true warm delightful love poem straight from the heart..
Written in perfect style , very entertaining and so moving.
Very interesting favorite food.... LOL. Miranda's pictures ,,, first price. Pili
Comment Written 05-Oct-2014
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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Pili, thank you so much for your generous and lovely review :-) Yes, his food tastes are indeed "interesting." :-) Brooke
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You are so welcome... Pili
Comment from seaglass
This lovely child seems to never get older. This fun, rhyming poem plays with all those combinations that we have pared together in our cultural. It's like a new take on Roses are Red
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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This lovely child seems to never get older. This fun, rhyming poem plays with all those combinations that we have pared together in our cultural. It's like a new take on Roses are Red
Comment Written 05-Oct-2014
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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Thank you seaglass, for your thoughtful review - He turned 29 months yesterday, not yet two and a half :-) Brooke
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His mommy must keep her camera mighty handy. (smile)
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she is attached at the hip to her smart phone, which among dozens of other things, takes photos :-)
Comment from CALLAHANMR
Wonderful, just wonderful. I might try that combination myself. Just kidding. I did however used to enjoy mustard and ketchup sandwiches. Nothing like experiencing wonder through the eyes of a child.
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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Wonderful, just wonderful. I might try that combination myself. Just kidding. I did however used to enjoy mustard and ketchup sandwiches. Nothing like experiencing wonder through the eyes of a child.
Comment Written 05-Oct-2014
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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Mustard and ketchup sandwiches - who knows what goes on in a child's mind and taste buds? LOL Thanks so much for your generous review :-) Brooke
Comment from jlsavell
Brooke, yes pickles and catchup, what a perfect combination!
As always your poetry abounds in life and is flawless in execution. You simply are a delight to read.. Jimi
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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Brooke, yes pickles and catchup, what a perfect combination!
As always your poetry abounds in life and is flawless in execution. You simply are a delight to read.. Jimi
Comment Written 05-Oct-2014
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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Jimi, thank you :-) Frankly, it sounds disgusting to me. LOL :-) Brooke
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It isn't! Especially if the pickles are fried! Hey, Sawyer knows a good thing when he taste it. You tell him Jimi said so.. lol..
Comment from Dean Kuch
Yeah, who likes pocketless britches anyhow, I ask you? I've only seen very, very old men and women wearing them, or extremely obese individuals, and Sawyer certainly is neither.
Nice, even rhyme and rhythm, and a different take on the contest than most entries I've read. But love is love, and it doesn't matter if it's love for someone, or -- in this particular case -- something(s).
Well done, Brooke, and good luck in the contest. :)
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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Yeah, who likes pocketless britches anyhow, I ask you? I've only seen very, very old men and women wearing them, or extremely obese individuals, and Sawyer certainly is neither.
Nice, even rhyme and rhythm, and a different take on the contest than most entries I've read. But love is love, and it doesn't matter if it's love for someone, or -- in this particular case -- something(s).
Well done, Brooke, and good luck in the contest. :)
Comment Written 05-Oct-2014
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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britches, haven't heard that word in a month of Sundays LOL :-) Thanks so much, Dean :-) Brooke
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Ha-ha, yeah, well...you know how us old guys are, Brooke. LOL.
You know you're always welcome, my friend. :]
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when I was a teen my father would embarrass me to no end by calling our hi-fi a Victrola - now my kids have no idea what a hi-fi is. LOL
I think they still have a vague idea what a stereo used to be ;-)
Comment from Dawn Munro
HAHAHAHA = oh Brooke, I am laughing at your author's notes. As for the poem itself, it is absolutely delightful - pure cheer. (Pickles and ketchup? Yuk, Sawyer! LOL)
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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HAHAHAHA = oh Brooke, I am laughing at your author's notes. As for the poem itself, it is absolutely delightful - pure cheer. (Pickles and ketchup? Yuk, Sawyer! LOL)
Comment Written 05-Oct-2014
reply by the author on 05-Oct-2014
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Thanks so much, Dawn - yep, he eats that but won't eat pasta or any type of meat or...the list is endless. His mother calls him her little shnookums. :-) Brooke
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Awwwww!
