Keep Your Hands to Yourself, Sous-Chef…

Summary

The web content presents a humorous poem about cooking with a partner's unwanted amorous advances, followed by a challenge to write a poem using ten specific words, and concludes with an introduction to the author, Marilyn Flower.

Abstract

The article opens with a playful poem that captures the essence of a cooking session gone awry with romantic interruptions. The narrator, busy with kitchen tasks, humorously admonishes their partner to keep their distance and focus on the culinary activities at hand. The poem is rich with culinary metaphors and a cheeky tone, emphasizing the theme of desire versus the practicality of preparing a meal. Following the poem, the author issues a creative writing challenge, inviting readers to craft their own poem using ten words related to food and cooking, which were sourced from Marla Bishop's IdeaStream. The article concludes with a brief biography of Marilyn Flower, highlighting her work in political humor, satire, and her contributions to the prison newsletter "Freedom Anywhere."

Opinions

The author conveys a light-hearted yet firm rebuke of romantic advances during a cooking session, suggesting that there is a time and place for everything.
The poem implies that cooking can be a sensual experience, but the narrator is more focused on the task at hand than on romance.
The use of food-related words in the poem and the subsequent writing challenge reflects the author's playful engagement with the theme of cooking and desire.
The author's involvement with "Freedom Anywhere" suggests a commitment to social consciousness and spiritual upliftment, particularly within the context of incarceration.
The mention of Marla Bishop's IdeaStream as the source of the ten words for the poetry challenge indicates a collaborative and community-driven approach to creativity.

The cook has a knife.

Get your tongue out of my ear, Dear, I’m cooking! I don’t care how tasty you think I am, I’m chopping these onions as fast as I can. Watch the knife, Honey. Light a burner on the stove, not a fire in your loins if you wanna eat. Geez, it’s not even five o’clock! Here! Tear up this toast for the stuffing. Get away from my mouth and watch the knife. This bird? It’s a gannet, for our banquet, Sweetie. I hear it’s delishy, and I’m sure, quite fresh, if not just a little bit fishy.

Poetry Salvage

Write a poem using these ten words

Tasty

Delicious

Eat

Gannet

Banquet

Fire

Toast

Stuff

Mouth

Cooking

So these ten words came from Marla Bishop’s IdeaStream right here and they were the raw ingredients that cooked up this poem!

Marilyn Flower writes political humor and satire to delight socially and spiritually conscious folks. She’s a regular columnist for the prison newsletter, Freedom Anywhere, where she writes about faith and prayer. Five of her short plays have been produced in San Francisco. Clowning and improvisation strengthen her resolve during these crazy times.

Keep Your Hands to Yourself, Sous-Chef…

The cook has a knife.

Poetry Salvage

Hey, Good Looking,

Whatcha got cooking?