This was the third and final poem I submitted for Round 9. Like the 2nd poem, this one had been written years earlier. I love this poem, and still find it very funny! However, there are a lot of inside jokes, and to someone who doesn't know what the heck I am talking about it may make no sense. So here is a short guide to understanding this poem:
When I was young, my mom would frequently make hot chocolate and toast for breakfast. It is basically dipping toast in coco and then eating it - so yummy! I still eat it sometimes even now. My brother and I would make fun of how often we ate it, as well as how much we liked it.
Also during my younger years, the 1984 version of the movie Dune came out. I liked that movie, but once again my brother and I would often make fun of it - especially the part where the Mentat Piter rattles off some weird saying before he drinks. That one scene provided years of fun for us as we mocked it frequently - like I do in this poem.
And finally, growing up as a Mormon, I couldn't help but make fun of some of the phrases in the Book of Mormon - as well as the Bible. So, obviously, I had to include part of that in this mockumentary-style-poem!
OK, hopefully that helps you understand this poem. When I wrote it I really just wanted to make my brother laugh, but maybe you'll get a kick out of it too. If not, at least you know why it is so strange!
Behold! An Ode to Coco and Toast
by Rusty Keele
In the beginning was toast.
And the toast did pop up, and dwelt among breakfast foods.
And a deep sleep was caused to fall upon the toast,
And a crumb was taken from the side thereof.
And from the crumb was made Wotoast,
Which was brought unto toast
To see what he would call it
And he called it Coco,
Because it was delicious unto the dipping.
Yea, most delightful unto the taste buds,
Insomuch that all who partook of it
Did exclaim with a loud voice,
"Blessed be Coco and Toast!"
Yea, behold, some did succumb to vain mutterings saying,
"It is by will alone I set my mind in motion -
I drink the Coco,
The Coco stains my tongue,
The tongue taints my breath,
The breath offends my brethren,
Yea - it is by will alone I set my mind in motion!"
Yea, and thus we see that one master passion
In the stomach can swallow up great amounts of food -
Being both good and evil.
And I saw that I must soon go to that great table in the sky,
And to my reader I bid farewell!
Hoping that some may read my words.
Brethren, adieu.
This poem copyright © 1995 Rusty Keele. All rights reserved.
