yikes ... fried crickets ... when I lived in Chad some of my Chadian friends tried to convence me to try fried crickets ... but alas I was to squeamish. If you think about it though they don't look worse than fresh shrimp. Nah ... lovely haiku Hank ... loved the post it really gave me a smile this morning!
I love 'Shrieks from one so small'. they can be so noisy but I love the sound from a distance, and also when one small one overwintered behind our refrigerator sounding like summer
yikes ... fried crickets ... when I lived in Chad some of my Chadian friends tried to convence me to try fried crickets ... but alas I was to squeamish. If you think about it though they don't look worse than fresh shrimp. Nah ... lovely haiku Hank ... loved the post it really gave me a smile this morning!
ReplyDeleteCrickets.... what a treat
ReplyDeleteBeats biting off my feet
Or swallowing a dummy teat
Unless you don't eat.... meat.
How's life, Hankster!
Hank The Poetry Tank, have a great weekend!
Bet they were shrieking when they got cooked!
ReplyDeleteOuch!
DeleteCrickets for a treat, the cat would surely agree
ReplyDeleteA wonderful trio Hank :)
ReplyDeleteGreat series and that photo almost entices one to try this;)
ReplyDeleteA cute picture and a great verse.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
I love 'Shrieks from one so small'. they can be so noisy but I love the sound from a distance, and also when one small one overwintered behind our refrigerator sounding like summer
ReplyDeleteCrickets are the sopranos of Mother Nature's Orchestra
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