My Favorite Season

My Favorite Season

It’s not when the leaves turn or the snow falls.
It’s not when the flowers bloom or the days are long.

It’s when the McRib® is put to bed
for it’s ten month hibernation

and the green milkshakes all appear
with a school of crisp fish sandwiches—

Deep fried protein from the sea,
tartar sauce with extra pickles—

Then a frosty mint delight
sprouting from no earthly garden.

Let it kill me on Good Friday—
then restrain me in my tomb.
I’ll come back out Thanksgiving Day—
for a tangy barbecue fueled doom.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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8 Responses to My Favorite Season

  1. Lucy says:

    lol ‘Tis the season.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Cassa Bassa says:

    Yum…tummy rumbling

    Liked by 1 person

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