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Sighs the baby,
In the hanging hammock.
The one nearest the kitchen
The others had backed away.
Some very far away
She was in there again.
And she was steaming
Cauliflower!
Not again!
What is she doing it for!
She has that huge garden outside.
And her favorite plant
Is the Cauliflower
It is the most prolific
When her husband sent her to school
For her garden club.
It was for blooming flowers
Not a vegetable garden
Anyone can grow vegetables.
But not like hers.
She had meet Queen Victoria
When she was sixteen.
She could have married royalty
Instead, she married for love
And he was a fine fellow
They made their life
On the West Coast
And would have had everything
Except for the flaw of America.
In America everyone expects one
To understand not to leave anything.
At any time without it being stolen.
Her she was an old lady in her nineties,
As old as the Queen herself.
Was before she died
And she was making a new recipe
In the old days she remembered
How they conserved everything
Royalty has few options
In regard to food
They can buy anything they want
But food it always comes from the kitchen
Some grow their own and some buy local.
But they run short they tighten their belts
And do without or get inventive
She was getting inventive.
She knew how she had been
Taught by the best
The king of Sweden, himself
On one of her trips, she was lost.
Had gotten caught in his forest retreat
And had simply raided
His own garden and made a meal
For her to understand
That life was not always grand.
She remembered those cauliflowers
It was one of those times when
Her life was in danger of being caught.
Her husband was gone and the rif raf
Where after her again and again
They just kept coming.
Now they were blocked
From the grocery stores
And yet she also knew.
That the children had not had a good meal
Her granddaughter could not cook
At all nor could she not spend money.
On others without robbing her own family
So, it was time for the cauliflowers
They were coming up so nice
And there were so many of them
The kids were allergic to the typical foods
The old Europe knew not to eating
Wheat flower and white products
Make children and old men sick
Inside when they can't be digested
All that fuss over her panties
And it's simple common sense
Not that one ever had any
What went wrong with her daughters
Only child no one knows
But she survived and bred
There are so many little ones
She won't stop having them
not that her husband was willing
Either to stop making her pregnant
There now she has all the florets
Steamed and ready for the ice water
After cooling she has to rice them
Then the good old fashioned
Rice flour instead of white
And she was going to make
These kids' pizza!
Out of cauliflowers
Grown in her garden by the sea.
She was a proud woman
Who had grown up with wealth
But been dealt the blow
By America of seeing her husband robbed.
She was not going to watch these kids
Go without culture and breeding.
A good foundation in food.
Unlike her granddaughter
Who believed in starvation
Bringing out the better person
It was training and discipline
Something those others
Who kept stopping by
Had none of at all.
Especially Demi
Well, here they were one more
Time with the cauliflower recipe
Saved and worked over a few times
And then left to them
When the grand old lady
Passed away just shy of 100.
She wanted to outlive
Victoria and she had
But life had not gotten better
The kids did remember
Despite their own mother .
Demanding they were all
Dream walkers
Pretending to be her children.
Instead of the motley crew
She kept showing up with
While her husband had been
Once too often through
His military debriefings
From yet one more government
Engineering jobs overseas
At some point they had switched
The nurses with decoys
And he now believed Demi
Was really his daughter
Instead of the tough nut
Who kept coming back
Asking why?
Must have been the cauliflower
Upbringing, she could cook
Up almost anything
And use almost anything
To make it taste appetizing
For the most part.
If Jimmy had not stepped
Into the family unit
Everything would have worked
Out for the better
In the end,
Even the grandparents
Had come to an understanding
Broken marriage
After his return
From World War two
To find her in bridge clubs
With good looking men
Who called themselves
Anything but charletons.
Anyways, the old recipe
Had resurfaced, would it surfice
To save the day again.
The girl had terrible
Stomach ailments
From her allergies
And the boys did not seem to care
Anymore for the family
Since they had to hide
From everyone who they were
While Jimmy and Demi
Got to play at being
Indians and royals
Both of them failed
And should have gone to jail
But life is quirky
The ones people like
Are usually the frauds and the fakes
Here it is one more time
To serve as a reminder
Of a lady who had outlived
Her usefulness to others
But had seen the modern era
From horse and buggy
To automotivees which she did drive
And locomotives which her husband designed
To be remembered by the royals
For having been favored
And not forgotten
Not like the modern
Era where the young
Make it clear they are the only
Things that matter
Pushing everything else
Out of the way.
What would the new King
Think of the old recipe?
It was developed on one
Of those cold rainy days
When the men were supposed
To be out sporting
But were really
Deciding the fate
Of the world
Just as now
Hiding behind closed doors
The law makers
While outdoors are the sportsmen
How much influence do you
Think he will have this new one?
She would have known the answer
And been saddend to have been
Outlived by the new Queen
By a few years
Who also outlived her usefulness
According to the ones who wanted
To have their way.
Old age indeed.
Well the Death certificate
Has to say something
And here we are in another
Century with even newer methods
Of honesty than the ones before.
There is not much left
Of the young girls life
Who fought for all of them
But watched them all be murdered
In front of her eyes
Just because Jimmy
Wanted his way
And Demi refused
To give in at any time.
She even showed up afterwards
After the funeral had been paid
To ask for her inheritance
There never was any for her
Nor Jimmy but they took
What they wanted anyways
Just as she was one of the last ones
To visit the sick old man
Laying there waiting for his real daughter
While she was being kept from him
And he had too many injections of morphine
Was she the one to administer the last one?
Life always gives back
And there is another one
Standing there next to him
The new king
With her arm on his son
Who should know she will be
Recognized by her real mother
And not the one she torments
And those others who know
Her deeds before she was
Princess of Wales
Another generation
And another recipe
For success
It is all the rage
Right now
Cauliflower Pizza!
There was once a baking contest
Where a sweet old lady
Made the cut and got
Her picture in the newspapers
She had two twin great granddaughters
And a handful of boys as well
Most of the family were LDS
And had taken what they wanted
Already abandoning her as too old
But these sweet ones had waited
Patiently through the hot summer
For her to cook and rice
Cauliflower for them.
They were the prize of her life.
And her daughter had married a fine fellow
He even gave lectures at the unveristy.
Meanwhile, the boys got to be models
And the girls got to go visting.
As her picture was recognized.
By those who once knew her
Before she choice the heart.
Blue ribbon for her Cauliflower Pizza crust!
Now it is being sold at supermarkets
Ready to bake
And at resturants as specialty.
Wonders will never cease
And she does not even get the royalites
For her recipe for a succesful family supper.
Best to the new King
And his consort
And his son.
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