Vocabulary poem: jentacular
[UPDATE: This poem was recently featured in a mailing from Anu Garg's Word-A-Day. If you've come here from there, you might enjoy several of the other vocabulary poems I've written in the last two years or so. Just search on "Vocabulary Poem", or click on labels and select "poems" and "words." I'm particularly fond of the poem for nope.]
JENTACULAR (jen-TACK-you-lur). adj. Pertaining to breakfast.
Think back to the time before puffing and popping,
When grains weren’t re-processed with no signs of stopping,
With “froot” as a flavor and “frost” for a topping . . .
Yes, long before Graham and Kellogg and Post,
When omelets were omelets and toast was just toast,
And foods had no four-color animal host . . .
When wheat wasn’t shaped into “sixers” or hexes,
When nobody knew what a “Trix” or a “Chex” is---
A time, when, in fact, people used fewer Xes . . .
When boxes were plain—bearing no toy surprise,
Or mazes in colors that wearied the eyes,
Or facts on each flap on the good x supplies . . .
It must have been nice
To simply eat rice
That never exploded or gave you advice.
Big Cereal now, with the cunning of Dracular,
‘S become a dark blotch that’s increasingly macular.
I long for a meal that is merely jentacular!
In fact, I would fall
To my knees and then crawl
For a breakfast that sits and does nothing at all.
JENTACULAR (jen-TACK-you-lur). adj. Pertaining to breakfast.
Think back to the time before puffing and popping,
When grains weren’t re-processed with no signs of stopping,
With “froot” as a flavor and “frost” for a topping . . .
Yes, long before Graham and Kellogg and Post,
When omelets were omelets and toast was just toast,
And foods had no four-color animal host . . .
When wheat wasn’t shaped into “sixers” or hexes,
When nobody knew what a “Trix” or a “Chex” is---
A time, when, in fact, people used fewer Xes . . .
When boxes were plain—bearing no toy surprise,
Or mazes in colors that wearied the eyes,
Or facts on each flap on the good x supplies . . .
It must have been nice
To simply eat rice
That never exploded or gave you advice.
Big Cereal now, with the cunning of Dracular,
‘S become a dark blotch that’s increasingly macular.
I long for a meal that is merely jentacular!
In fact, I would fall
To my knees and then crawl
For a breakfast that sits and does nothing at all.
posted by Cowboy Dave Dickerson | 7:14 PM
7 Comments:
oh! I do love your poem.
I like the word jentacular!
that was good work
thank-you Carol Tucker
in Vancleave Mississippi!
Dude, that was one fun and delightful piece of poetry! Thanks for the amusing usage of jentacular! I loved it!
---jenny Gordon
Are you, by any chance, a descendent of Ogden Nash?
Magnificent way to practice a word and internalise it. Great Job !!
My thought as I read your spectacular jentacular poem was that you'd have to be over 60 to remember those days.
Enjoyed your ode to jentacular!
Stirring tale of embryomancy.
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