It’s March and the Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for providing space for writers.
Tomorrow’s prompt for the Poetry Challenge this month is canned soup or any kind of canned food.
My mom always made candied yams at the holidays. Yams for a can. I prefer mine fresh.
Naked Yams
Mom opened
the can of candied yams.
Dumped them
into a dish.
Mushy, slightly slimy,
brown sugar and mustard
So glad she wasn’t of the ilk
to add marshmallows
Me?
Yams at holidays
are best served
baked, skinned, and naked
©jone rush macculloch
What about you? What canned foods do you like or despise?
Jone Rush MacCulloch 
The first half of your poem made me feel ‘ick’.
I rarely use canned foods as I prefer fresh or frozen.