You're driving, and driving, and driving some more. It's time to eat... it's time for some road food.
My favorite story about road food came from someone else. For some reason he was driving through West Virginia, and stopped at a diner. He was interested in the fish sandwich, and asked the waitress "what kind of fish is it?"
She said she didn't know, but ducked into the kitchen and emerged with the answer.
"I asked the cook," she announced, "he said it's the square kind."
So... let's haiku about road food. Here is mine:
So delicious, the
Fish that is perfectly square.
Makes it hard to swim!
Now it is your turn. Author a haiku that is roughly 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 5 in the third, and you may win the grand prize-- your bio here on Monday.
No comments:
Post a Comment