Thursday, July 2, 2015

Ode to a Marrow Bone

Though odious you are to some
Little bone you make my heart thrum 
You sacrifice your creamy innerds 
So I may enjoy my dinner(erds).
Composed last night while
I finally got to
enjoy my evening
repast in peace.
crunch, crunch, crunch.


  1. marrow is one of my most sinful indulgences!

  2. Now THAT is poetry! And yes, I love those as well....unfortunately so does Rhiannon so now I have to share.

  3. Susan,

    Great poem!!! Enjoy your dinner(erds)!!!

  4. Admittedly, most poetry goes right over (through?) my head and I'm left wondering what the poet was actually trying to impart . . . but I took this very clever little poem of yours to mean those pampered doggies in your life got a good, ol', marrow bone with which to occupy themselves (crunch, crunch, crunch) while you ate your dinner. Yes? No? (See what I mean about me and poetry?)

  5. Ha! I used to buy those for my dogs :) How do you cook yours???

  6. HAHA! I loved this, you made me seriously laugh ;)