#FrybreadFriday: Frybread Poetry

“Beaver tails”, “whale tails”, “elephant ears” – the vendors pop up everywhere in the summer from folk to jazz to fringe festivals. But what they’re really hawking is good ol’ fryfread.

In honour of this frybread in disguise, I present to you, three poems:

Frybread – A Limerick

Ubiquitous at summer fests
From East coast to North, South and West
They call it a “whale tail”
But we know without fail
It’s fry bread! And fry bread’s the best.


Frybread – Haiku

No matter the name
My sight, taste, unmistaken.
Get in my belly!


Frybread – Acrostic

Festival season, walking around
ecognizing the smell, knowing the sound
You see the sign – whale tails are here!
But they cannot fool you – frybread is near.
Revel in sweetness with butter and honey
Eat it up savory – it’s good bang for your money
Any way you slice it – up, down or sideways
Delicious! Delectable! And we love it all ways.



  1. Awesome!
    How bout good ole “Don’t Panic…We Have Bannock”!!!!! anytime you want it and we dont have to wait for a pow wow to get it!! hahaha:)
    Thanks for the poems,,, who wrote them?
    Hope I can find some at Buffalo Days here in Regina!! Here for a holiday…

    • Christa Couture


      I wrote the poems : ) Just a little #FrybreadFriday fun!

      Have a great time at Buffalo Days!

  2. Corinne

    Love it! Your poetry, that is….. and of course, frybread too!