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 an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
lol ‘Tis the season.
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It’s the most wonderful time of the year!
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Yum…tummy rumbling
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You know where to go for lunch.
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LOL!
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Glad you liked it!
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I just had an Arby’s fish sandwich. Skipped the shake. Perhaps i will dream some fish poetry tonight
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Good luck! I think Wendy’s fish sandwich is slightly better. More pickles.
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