A good cook napowrimo #9

Please pull a rug up

Join me ‘round the campfire on this lovely winter evening

To listen to the tale of Janey Alison White

A blind girl from the Appalachian Trail

Living in a house made of wattle and daub, a red chimney atop

Maestra of marionette kiddy shows for a pence

Cocinar extraordinaire “consume de pansa” her speciality

Massages given for free (well if she liked you that is)

She collected pumice stones

which were stowed away in a pail out in the garage

She loved strumming her guitar under the stars by a torch

Wearing only a fringe leather jacket and a silly yellow hat with flaps

Laughter came from someone in the group

“Don’t laugh. She was a great talent in her time”

She made the finest pickle jam anyone in these parts had ever tasted

Someone in the group startled me and asked

“How did she come to be blind?”

Sad story really: the husband tore out her eyes with his long talons

He was jealous

She was a much better poet than him

Listen everybody I am getting tired I need to head back home

I think my behind is bruised from sitting too long

“Could someone pass me my jug of octopus wine?”

Oh I have forgotten my walker this evening

This limp is bad tonight good thing I always have my cane with me

It is hell trying to get around when you can’t see


*Process notes: I used all of the words except "lever and tome". My favourite sound is laughter and consume de pansa tastes horrible to me. It is a soup made from the stomach of either cow or pig. And it is very popular in Mexico.