Judges

We were all running around

Like chickens with our heads cut off,

Scrambling to beat the deadline

For the entries in the chili cook-off.

With spilled beans to make us slide

And dropped chopped onions causing tears

An outsider looking in would wonder

Because it wasn’t obvious we all here

Were the judges, trying to find our way

Through the kitchen and this disaster.

Having so often fallen down and gotten up

Maybe we shouldn’t have been plastered.

Naida Lavon

10-21-10

Write Around Portland Workshop Fall 2010

Held at the Portland Art Museum.

Prompt:

“It was brand new...”

or

“It wasn’t obvious...”

5 minute free write