Bob Lind, Published February 26 2014
Neighbors: Believe it or not, a poem for fans of lutefisk
It comes from Hal Sillers, Moorhead, who writes that he “is not of Norwegian heritage, nor am I a fan of lutefisk, but I wrote this verse for one of my brothers-in-law who is the former but not the latter.”
Hal’s poetic endeavor follows:
On good taste
I will not argue with you this point,
Your Norsky past did you anoint
With certain traits and a label
That others might think would disable
Your ability to think and reason
Of things that are only pleasin’.
But we all know that is not true,
As only Norsks good food eschew
By eating buttery lye- soaked cod
And calling it a gift from God.
Pots of coffee they do quaff
Then they all sit back and laugh
To think that others not so endowed
Don’t like what makes Norwegians proud:
To be the only race alive
To eat lutefisk and still survive.
And there, neighbors, is Hal’s tasteful (?) ode to lovers of lutefisk.
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