Join Diane, MotherOwl, Mimi, Merry Mae and me (that's a lot of m's!) as we take a deep dive into the waters of this topic. You can leave your poem in the comments here or post on your own blog; if you do the latter, please leave a comment so we can find you and your poem. Use the topic or choose another; the objective is to have fun and make our brains work a little harder.
Note: Diane is still in Technical Difficulty Land and will not be posting a poem this week. She hopes to rejoin us next Poetry Monday.
What can I say about tuna?
About the only time I have anything to do with fish of any kind is to open a can of it to make sandwiches.
But who is that, anxiously hovering at my feet before I even get the can opener halfway around the lid?
Lulu the cat, that's who. Lulu, with her "tuna meow" -- a full-throated, rounded-vowel voice that is reserved solely for this event, telling me exactly how much she wants what she knows is coming: a small amount of tuna broth in a tiny feeding dish.
Our other cat, Missy, is not overly impressed with tuna broth, although she usually laps it up. I really don't think she'd care if she never had it again.
Lulu cares. She cares deeply. Truly madly deeply, as the song says.
Thus, today you shall get a poem from Lulu. (Full disclosure: She meowed it to me, and I typed it for her.)
I Heart Tuna Broth
There is nothing so fine as the broth from a fish
It smells so divine and it tastes so delish
It's lovely, it's wondrous, it makes me meowwww
I love it so much I would like some right nowwwwww
Not meowing here, because it's not a tuna broth occasion. But she felt this was a decent photo of her. ("You got my good side," she said.)
I hope you all have a treat this week which is as uplifting to your spirits as tuna broth is to Lulu's.
Next week we will be tackling the topic . . . . . . . busy days . . . . .