Poetry Prompt #16 – Alphabet – July 1, 2014

Warning!!! This poem was written for the weekly poetry prompt created by Oloriel Moonshadow.  What we had to do was choose one letter and begin every word in the poem with that letter … I chose the letter G.  Obviously the poem is written in Giant Lingo 😉 .

Great Gnats!!!
Girly gravid giantess, Grimace Grace,
Grouse Grindstone’s granddaughter,
Graced Greasy Grimily’s “Grovel Garden”
Gulping generously
Green garlicky goodies.

Grimace Grace grunted guardedly:
“Greetings great Genoese gourmet,
Greasy Grimily,
Grand garlicky garnished grump!”

Graciously, Greasy Grimily grins:
“Girly giantess, Grimace Grace, gravely gravid,
Genial gutter-snipe gourmand:
Generous gargle-blasting garden grunts
Gather gleaming …
Gum-tree grappling geraniums!
*Gradisci?”

Giantess Grimace Grace, grumbled grumpily:
“Great glowing Gnats … Grazie, Greasy Grimily,
Grunting goony gory gnome!
Give gathering garden grunts, greetings!
Gimme:
Garlicky garnished gizzard giblets –
Greasy gristly gravy – ground grey gravel garnished!
GO! GO! GO!”

Great Genoese gourmet giant,
Greasy Grimily,
Glowered gloomily,
Guessing ground grey gravel gives
Gristly gravy, garnish …
Greatly galvanizing,
Gullible gourmand gravid giantesses,
Giving genial grape-nutty goodness.
Good grassy garlicky gooey gunk,
Guarantees gracious gravidy!

Going – Going –Gone
Greasy Grimily galloped gracelessly
Grunting grimly:
“Great Gnats!
Grimace Grace’s getting gormless gloomy!
Great graceless goose …
Grrrrr … Gravid giantesses get grumpy!”

Greasy Grimily gathered garlic,
Grass, gravy goo, gunk
gizzard giblets …
Giving Grimace Grace’s
Great gravid grossness,
Garlicky garnished gizzard giblets –
Greasy gristly gravy – ground grey gravel garnished …
Guaranteeing Grouse Grindstone’s
Gad-fly generosity:
Grimace Grace gobbled,
Glowing gravid grateful grins.

*Gradisci = Do you want some.

Written for Oloriel’s Poetry Prompt.

See: Wordle for Yves – July 1, 2014 for the story behind the poem!

Wordle for Yves – July 1, 2014

wordle151Book, oil, promethean, induce, nimbus, divan, posture, Afghan, chatoyant, crisp, serene, slather

The Gobble Garden

Genoese gourmet giant, Greasy Grimily, looked through his cook book for an interesting recipe to prepare promethean type sea food.

He’d been induced to leave his divan, where he usually passed his afternoons serenely wrapped up in a crocheted afghan his mother had made him, because Grimace Grace, great Grouse Grindstone’s granddaughter had decided to eat at his restaurant, The Gobble Garden.

He walked into his kitchen and took the great promethean flounder from his refrigerator, placing it onto the counter. He slathered the thing with oil until it gleamed with chatoyant rainbow colors, than began frying it, until it was crispy brown. He garnished his masterpiece with red geraniums.

When Grimace Grace entered his restaurant, he realized that she was grossly gravid. Everyone knows that gravid giantesses have odd tastes in food and so a nimbus gathered over him, and he fell into a stormy mood.

With virile posture, Greasy Grimily bowed, giving a gracious giant talk greeting to the gravid giantess:

“Girly giantess, Grimace Grace, gravely gravid,
Genial gutter-snipe gourmand:
Generous gargle-blasting garden grunts
Gather gleaming …
Gum-tree grappling geraniums!
*Gradisci?”

Which meant in our language:

“Lovely pregnant lady, Grimace Grace, renowned for your wide taste in food. My gardeners have just today gathered a special species of geraniums. Would you like to try them?”

Alas, Grimace Grace was in no mood to try fancy gourmet fair. She ordered a simple dish of animal giblets in gravel gravy.

Grumbling as he returned to his kitchen about the fickleness of pregnant giantesses, he gathered the ingredients together, preparing her the dish she’d ordered. At least it was lovely in its shiny oily chatoyant gravy glistening with crystal pebbles. She ate and she raved ecstatically saying she’d never eaten such a superb delicacy.

Greasy Grimily’s reputation reached the stars since great Grouse Grindstone was very pleased. The great giant often stated that it was thanks to Greasy Grimily’s fine kitchen that his granddaughter had given him a strapping healthy great-grandson. In fact she went into labor right there in his restaurant!

* Gradisci? = Italian for “Would you like to try it?”
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle.

See: Poetry Prompt #16 Alphabet – We Drink Because We’re Poets – for the poem behind the story!