NOTE: I thank those who have spread the word of my site. I do not spend money advertising. I do not ask for money. My poems are free so that even the poorest of the poor can be comforted with my poetry. I am pleased when others are blessed. No amount of money can surpass that. I am now blessed with about 10,000 page views per month and my prayer is that through my poetry, that this world can become a safer, more loving and respectful place - that those who do not know who Jesus really was (and still is), will come to know the peace, healing, sacrifice and grace He has given to those who truly believe in Him and faithfully follow. I pray that you enjoy my story poems...

January 29, 2014

Two Bananas & a Hot Dog 1-29-14

(A true story poem that took place Jan. 28, 2014 in southern Wisconsin)

With temp-er'-ture near zero and although it was the norm,
my fingers were so icy cold.  I shivered to stay warm.
I stopped at a convenience store to warm my frigid feet.
I browsed a couple aisles there to find what I might eat.

With hunger pains excessive and some water in a cup,
a hot dog looked delicious and it sure would warm me up.
I didn't have much money, so I had to budget some.
I bought two ripe bananas, then I added up the sum.

With hot dog and bananas now to cure my hunger pangs,
I waited patiently in line near where the candy hangs.
I'd wait until I got back home to eat and warm my toes -
but made a quick decision then to say some quick hellos.

Well, Tom is in his seventies.  His mom's one hundred one.
So I decided I would chat with Clara and her son.
I drove up to their farm house but, I had an afterthought -
that my warm hotdog would get cold- so grabbed what I had bought.

I hurried up to their front door, with my lunch safe in hand,
I knew right then, this isn't right- they wouldn't understand.
I started having second thoughts as feet slid on the ice.
I cannot eat while visiting.  Now that's not very nice!

But I was just a little late.  Tom opened up the door.
Too late to take my dinner back.  I stepped in on their floor.
Said I, then without thinking- "Hey, I brought you two a treat.
For each, a ripe banana..." as Tom offered me a seat.

I sat at kitchen table and said, "Here's your hot dog Tom."
And then the 'kidder' that I am, said "How you doing 'mom'?"
I really didn't need to ask.  She looked just fine to me.
So spry and energetic too- as far as I could see.

They lived alone together there and got along quite well.
And we had quite a lengthy chat before we said farewell.
The moral of the story is "Don't be a stingy beast"
for Tom and Clara are the best ...and I had quite the feast!

©2014 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


There are two types of people in this world- those who love others and those who love themselves.
Tom and Clara are definitely in the first category.  Tom has helped myself and others numerous times refusing to be paid and Clara is the best cook ever!  Clara recently turned 101, does not look or act it- and no one can ever top her delicious apple pies that she serves with her warm, genuine smile.  Happy Birthday Clara!


  1. I loved it & it brought tears to my eyes.. TY.. ;)

  2. Your work is very good and I appreciate you and hopping for some more informative posts. נערות ליווי בתל אביב

  3. Regular visits listed here are the easiest method to appreciate your energy, which is why why I am going to the website everyday, searching for new, interesting info. Many, thank you uk49s

  4. Extremely pleasant article, I appreciated perusing your post, exceptionally decent share, I need to twit this to my adherents. Much appreciated!.  تتل بت


Thank you in advance for your comments.