Do not fear the splatter of food.
(Though the pureed chop-suey looks like cat vomit.)
But don’t get the diet aides wet; they think that’s rude.
A bucket of thrown away food sloshing about can ruin your mood,
That mush used to be a biscuit.
Do not fear the splatter of food.
The coffee containers are stained black; too long brewed.
Half of the stuff you see seems like it could be the home of a maggot.
But don’t get the diet aides wet; they think that’s rude.
An earring was dropped into the bucket, could it be rescued?
Never expect a respite.
Do not fear the splatter of food.
The milk seems to have been spewed-
You agreed to all this when you signed that packet.
But don’t get the diet aides wet; they think that’s rude.
Stuffed into the teacup, the napkin has been corkscrewed.
The juice, water, and milk makes a rivulet,
Until the entire platform is strewed.
Do not fear the splatter of food.
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It takes guts to post a villanelle! To write it, the rhyme was easy to get lost in, but you seemed to breeze through it easily, which is nice. I also love how accurate of a portrayal of GHOOP Dietary this is (yes, I was only there 3 months, but I got a pretty good gauge for the atmosphere). I also really appreciate that you posted a humorous poem, rather than something serious, as most people have done. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteI hate the fact that I know exactly what you're writing about here
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is great in this poem! Your voice is very strong and I love how you crafted a villanelle form a dishwasher!
ReplyDeleteThe dishwasher villanelle may be the niche poetry has been lacking. Witty and disturbingly sensorial.
ReplyDeleteI hate the dishwasher's night. But definitely get the diet aides wet. Everyone else thinks it's hilarious.
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