Our red stools stood on stars
as we ate hot dogs with
Fats Domino and the Go-Go's
along Hollywood Boulevard.
Lesser known than crosstown rival, Pink's,
Skooby's boasts:
"Fresh LEMONADE--THE BEST IN CALIFORNIA."
It is here, my brother, my sister, my partner, and I
dined on
"Hot dogs, French fries, lemonade!"
And memories of a backyard lemon tree
which fed us meringue pies
and chiffon cakes
baked by our mother
who called herself "Yeller Gal."
Nothing tastes as sweet
as memories relished again--
or as bitter.
We ate our fries
one at a time
to pro-looong the moment
and we nibbled our red hot dogs
as red tour buses passed.
Ice cubes mmm-e-l-t.
Snapshot.
I imprint this memory on my mind,
like footprints
at Grauman's Chinese Theatre.
Writing Prompt
Write an ode to anything you want as long as it is not about a person or an animal. Comparison can be made to people or animals. It can be funny or serious. Personification allowed. Rhyming or not is up to you. The subject is up to you, please keep it clean. Pictures and author's notes allowed.
I wrote this ode to my favorite hot dog stand while I sat on a red stool on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, eating "hot dogs, French fries, lemonade" with "my brother, my sister, my partner." I focused on the moment and the memories it evoked--my late mother, Yeller Gal, who baked deserts from the fruit of a backyard lemon tree. I wished she was there at Skooby's to enjoy a simple meal with her family.
I thank everyone who voted for my first award-winning FanStory poem.
