Really Bad Poetry Corner

Kara DeAnn shares the passing of an age in her blog. I understand that The Rainbow diner in Shawnee will now be closed every night at 11. The news brings me a flood of memories of crazy theatre kids hunkered over Theatre History and greasy sugary carbs. When you smell of grease, smoke and sugar, it can only mean one thing.

In homage to the passing of an era, I give you haiku.

Rainbow closed at 11
Dinner plate sized sweet rolls
Not yummy by daylight

Greasy smoke and pastry
Rotating pies that I love!
Rainbow, be missed at night.