Little Airstream Capsule of Love
a poem by
Dorothy A. Bell
In their little Airstream Capsule of love
Bride and groom indulged in all the pleasures of a honeymoon,
Exploring, tasting all the delights through June, July,
And the August heat.
But lovers have to eat.
The bride could boil water,
Handle a can opener with expertise,
She baked rolls of store bought cookie dough,
Turning them out golden brown.
Back then, love new and grand,
They cooked, all burners turned up on high
Encapsulated in their little silver paradise
The weeks melted by.
Too soon, the groom began to crave
More than love, and tuna with mayonnaise.
The bride, although very green
Had become an observant spouse,
Realized her mate was inordinately fond of pizza pie.
He also favored chili con carne
With lots of cheese, no onions please.
Fresh baked bread would win his praise.
Plotting and planning a recipe she began to formulate,
A recipe that would astound her mate.
Chili bean Pizza!
Is the banner she gave it.
Frozen bread dough thawed
And formed with her own lily-white hand.
Plenty of tomato paste, three cheeses and
a confetti of black olives, a dash of spice
and wah-lah supper in a pan.
A week drifted by,
happy bride, happy groom.
Then a haze most foul saturated their little paradise.
The stench threatened to turn their little capsule of love
Into nothing more than a stinky little can.
The power of the little red bean so terrific
the groom’s stamina was sorely put upon.
Her diligence to please her groom’s palate
Now had the bride hoist on her own petard.
They could find no breeze in summer’s heat
To sweep the blue vapor
From their little silver capsule of love.
Within, the heavy vapor clung to the sultry air.
The groom, in an attempt to give comfort to his bride,
Looked to find the humor in her inventive venture
Into cooking a-la-experimental.
The bride, taking insult, attacked with a punch to his arm.
The groom retaliated with fingers wiggling into her ribcage
No wonder a tickling match ensued.
Through their exertions,
Amid hoots, toots and squeals,
Toxic gasses escaped.
In the end, they agreed
Chili bean pizza would be reserved for special occasions,
Mother-in-law visitations, and days that carried a strong breeze.
With that settled,
The lovers resumed their pleasure seeking explorations
In their little silver Airstream capsule of love
And lived happily ever after. The End