I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Any poem or song that needs explaining isn’t much of a poem. And yet… pretend I am a famous poet and you are interested in the story behind Farmers’ Market Blues. Then pretend you’re interested in the song as well.
I shop at the Moraga Farmers’ Market every Sunday. One recent morning, I was listening to Weird Al’s First World Problems as I drove to the market. I think you’ll see why it inspired me to write this. When I mentioned I was disappointed at no hot dogs and one dozen eggs, Hajj told me to write a poem about it.
Another inspiration was the fact that I took the UPenn Authentic Happiness Inventory, which strongly suggests a wide-ranging sense of humor is an important element in happiness. The survey highlighted the fact that I think almost everything in life is funny, while most of my poetry has covered the range from deadly serious to mildly wry.
I am not a writer of light verse, and I never hope to see one. All I know is, I’d rather see than be one. Still, here is my first attempt at deliberate light verse. Perhaps more to follow.
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