Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #44 – “kick” (posted by De)

Say, that barbecue sauce
has a kick. My tongue’s
a lit wick. Ring
that alarm. Lug out
hoses. Stuff can do serious
harm. Wanted to kick
back; hope I don’t kick
the bucket. Ought to use
that sauce to kick start
my bike. Yikes!

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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19 Responses to Barbecue

  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like your description of the tongue after that sauce as a “lit wick”.


  2. whimsygizmo says:

    Love the sounds and jaunt this has, Sara. Especially love the description of tongue as “lit wick” – fantastic.


  3. A lot of kicks in there 🙂 good one!


  4. lillian says:

    Kick starting the bicycle with hot sauce! My kind of bike riding 🙂 At our house, we liberally use Frank’s Hot Sauce on many dishes. Kick-start your taste buds for sure!


  5. Sabio Lantz says:

    Funny, you poor soul — that hot sauce sounds unforgetable


  6. I do like hot sauce, but this sounds more like paint remover… 🙂


  7. lynn__ says:

    The sauce is boss 😉

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  8. This poem has a lot of kick! “My tongue’s a lit wick got me smiling and the rest of it followed through. Loved it!


  9. Grace says:

    I don’t like hot sauce, ha ~ I would be kicking myself for putting hot stuff in my mouth ~ Good one Sara ~


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