Fish and Grits Friday

Passionate about Poetry on Apr 11, 2009

A FRIDAY NIGHT TRADITION.

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Fried fish and cheese grits was our Friday ritual

There was no juicy hamburger and crunchy fries

No sausage pizza or other fast food surprise

Fried Fish and cheese grits was all that we had

If you didn’t want to eat that family delicacy

then to bad , all you heard was “Go to bed”

Fried fish and cheese grits was my grandparents favorite

Friday night live in our house was

Fried fish and cheese grits

The smell of fish now

Makes me grossly sick

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Lena Brown on Apr 12, 2009
That is a Friday tradition that will die hard! I so can relate. I do still love fish though. You brought me back with this one! Nice poem.
OhSugar on Apr 13, 2009
Very nicely done. We should try to hang on to some of the older traditions, while making new ones.
Sabriena Williams- Author of this Poem on May 5, 2009
Just fried fish for me and my daughter for dinner. I am o.k. with it because today isnt Friday, it is Tuesday.

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