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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Potluck (Meal or Gathering) Deadline 7-26-12 @ 10 AM NY Time (07/19/12)
No, She Didn’t

On the third Wednesday of each month,
Our church seniors gather to share a lunch.

I made my fantastic squash casserole.
It’s good for the heart and good for the soul.
Every ingredient is approved by the USDA.
I always feel safer that way.

Esther, a newby in our group,
made some strange looking soup.
I discreetly skirted her dish,
headed to one brought by my friend, Trish.

Soon my casserole was history.
This to me was no mystery.

Esther’s soup was getting lots of attention.
I overheard several honorable mentions.
Sauntering up to the pot of Esther’s soup,
without looking in, I took a small scoop.

I found the color odd, the consistency too thick,
but with trepidation, my spoon I did lick.
My tongue had a spasm, to the roof of my mouth it stuck.
Someone gave my back a slap as if wishing me good luck.

I coughed, I sputtered as my face turned red.
I thought the explosion I heard was my head.
Water, water my mind screamed.
Tears filled my eyes and freely they streamed.

My mucus membranes were suddenly enraged,
as my pallet became completely engaged.
Unspeakable things happened to my nose.
It began to mimic a water hose.

The water brought relief but it was minimal.
My thoughts of Esther were those of a criminal.

No she didn’t! She wouldn’t I yelled silently.
Everyone knows I dislike spicy, violently!

This was no accident, I assured my wounded pride.
Just as the newby and I were about to collide,
I caught a glimpse from the corner of my eye.
Oops, it was our pastor strolling by.

With all the restraint I could muster,
I greeted him with gracious luster.
Recognizing the newby’s soup in my hand,
Pastor commented it was the best he ever had.

Reeling with hidden anger,
I nodded okay.
That was not the word I wanted to say.

Alas, the fire inside me subsided.
And the newby and I…never collided.
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C D Swanson 
07/27/12
I enjoyed this well written entry. Very clever use of topic. Nicely done. Thanks.

God bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 
07/31/12
This is a great fun poem. You did a nice job with the rhymes and telling a delightful story in a fun way.

Tiny red ink pallet is like a wooden platform but palate is the sense of taste.

You did a delightful job of bringing the topic to life in a fun, fresh, and charming way. I was giggling throughout and could so relate to the MC. I'm a spicy wimp and have a difficult time with even mild hotness. In fact in my family we make a sweet chili instead of a spicy one. Thanks for the chuckle.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 
07/31/12
Oh yeah, I often don't pay attention to titles but yours caught my eye and I could her the sass in your voice as I read it. That's not easy to do in just three words.
Mildred Sheldon
07/31/12
This was a fun read. I thoroughtly enjoyed this. Thank you for a delightful poem.
Brenda Rice
08/02/12
I appreciate the comments. I haven't entered in a while. I'm looking forward to trying my hand at the challenges again. I don't usually enter a poem, but why not. Thanks again for the encouragement. Oh, I do know how to spell. I just typed the first thing that popped into my head and failed to check it. Thanks.