The sauerkraut story, in a poetic form of my own invention (as far as I know) (a poem)

What I did at the Xmas party…

‘Kevin, would you like some sauerkraut?’
I used to hear this every holiday—
Thanksgiving and Xmas, twice a year
except for the occasional Xmas
we’d spend in California

And every holiday—
Thanksgiving and Xmas, twice a year
except for the occasional Xmas
we’d spend in California
I’d decline, saying ‘I don’t like sauerkraut’

But they never remembered
except for the occasional Xmas
we’d spend in California
I’d decline, saying ‘I don’t like sauerkraut’
to whichever aunt or uncle asked

When it wasn’t an Xmas
we’d spend in California
I’d decline, saying ‘I don’t like sauerkraut’
to whichever aunt or uncle asked—
it was bad enough we had to bring it from grandma’s house

I got so tired of it
I’d decline, saying ‘I don’t like sauerkraut’
to whichever aunt or uncle asked—
it was bad enough we had to bring it from grandma’s house
stinking up the car for hours

But I could never say much
to whichever aunt or uncle asked—
it was bad enough we had to bring it from grandma’s house
stinking up the car for hours—
because we were usually at their house

I was sort of captive—
it was bad enough we had to bring it from grandma’s house
stinking up the car for hours—
because we were usually at their house
and I didn’t want them to send what was left with us

Still, we always brought over the sauerkraut
stinking up the car for hours—
because we were usually at their house
and I didn’t want them to send what was left with us
since I’d be the one having to hold the pot

Fortunately, they were never offended
because we were usually at their house
and I didn’t want them to send what was left with us
since I’d be the one having to hold the pot
meaning I couldn’t fall asleep in the backseat on the way home

Remember, this happened every holiday
and I didn’t want them to send what was left with us
since I’d be the one having to hold the pot
meaning I couldn’t fall asleep in the backseat on the way home
so I always said no to sauerkraut

One year, I steeled my resolve as usual—
since I’d be the one having to hold the pot
meaning I couldn’t fall asleep in the backseat on the way home
I always said no to sauerkraut—
but nobody asked me ‘Kevin, do you want some sauerkraut?’

What?

(7 December 2018—posted December 8th)


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