Scott Thirtyseven Poet Rhyme

Crispy Skinned Cossages

Oh to crispy skinned Cossages
those tasty morsels of the mind
may imagining their delicate flavours
help your busy days unwind
		do they taste like asparagus
		or is it peach
		do they smell like running socks
		or is it leech

To crispy skinned Cossages
those rocket ships of the mind
that can fly you away to near or far
wherever you’re so inclined
		you could go to the circus
		or just down the road
		visit the rings of Saturn
		or dine with a toad

Say thanks to crispy skinned Cossages
those gallant saviours of the mind
freeing you from mundane thoughts
where your life is entwined
		do you cure cancer
		or were you first to the Pole
		a boisterous blustering braggart
		or a quiet listening soul

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David Scott May 3, 2021 at 7:50 PM Lovly write and pattern makes one hungry just reading davidscott

Joe Maverick May 16, 2018 at 12:53 AM I like the 'Osuage' of this cossauge word Scott, as I would the 'usrage' of more conventional descriptive words in other famous writes.' Are these items also able to be barbacued by any chance?

Nathan D. November 5, 2017 at 1:16 PM Damn now I want one.....no two

Debbie Guzzi November 1, 2017 at 7:35 PM adorable Scott! Light & Love always

Old Buck October 22, 2017 at 9:26 PM Scott: I don't think it matters to the group what Cossages are. It only matters to each individual, what ever it takes to make them stop and smell the roses or Cossages. Causes you to dream your dreams. That's the take away I got. But remember, I'm just a silly rhymester. Thanks for sharing this with all of us on the soup. oldbuck

Eve Roper September 5, 2017 at 11:03 PM Scott, you have a great imagination... Hugs Eve ~`*.

Paul Callus July 29, 2017 at 8:23 AM Enjoyed this lighthearted fun poem, Scott. I'm putting my bet on crispy sausages, but I'm a hopeless punter! If I remember rightly I once came across a word which sums up things which we can't understand or remember...I think it's a "thingamabob" or 'thingumajig'. Regards // paul

Harry Horsman July 10, 2017 at 5:17 PM Oh yes scott the imagination runs riot reading this very clever poem.

Len Gasun July 10, 2017 at 3:29 AM It's always fun to listen and talk to very young ones although they tend to mispronounce words. This is very interesting poem which you came up with with a nice form of rhyme my dear friend, scott. Thanks a lot for sharing and your kind visit on mine. Sawadee Ka, Kapkoun ka.

Akkina Downing July 2, 2017 at 1:03 PM Lol! I don't know what it is but it sure made me smile :)

Jan Allison July 1, 2017 at 8:00 AM I guess she meant sausage lol great humour Scott made me smile when I thought of a little kid stumbling over this word - I still use words my son used to day - spiders are 'doiders' so if we see a woman with HUGE false eye lashes I say to my hubby - look at the doiders on that!:-) hugs jan xx

Connie Marcum Wong June 30, 2017 at 4:24 PM A clever poem that lends the imagination to soar Scott. I loved your ending! : )

James Marshall Goff June 29, 2017 at 2:32 PM Wonderfully whimsical, Scott! Very enjoyable! To my faves!

Pashang Salehi June 27, 2017 at 12:39 PM My dear thirtyseven, my soul is telling me that Cossages are pig ears mixed with coconut tree grubs, served on a brown viscous paste of fermented Tuna with no MSG..... LOL.... I loved it...

Mark Peterson June 26, 2017 at 2:30 PM You are getting better with each poem you write. I enjoyed the rhyme and structure so much. Nothing contrived and all a perfect fit. The ending is terrific.

Maria Williams June 17, 2017 at 6:48 AM I really like the positives if this poem, But could I somehow be picking up an allusion to dead poets society, Particularly like people who are quiet listening souls....Maria

Andrea Dietrich June 16, 2017 at 9:41 PM this is really weird but I really like it. Did you totally make up that word. I'm googling it now to see. A formal word for geek?? Now It is even cooler.

Jack Horne June 15, 2017 at 3:20 PM LOL, I must go to the market & buy some - extra crispy-skinned are my favourites

Darlene De Beaulieu June 14, 2017 at 8:26 PM Yep! I found this poem to be over my head. Meaning I did not understand this poem.

Anne-Lise Andresen June 14, 2017 at 1:19 PM - I have to admit ... I do not quite understand what the conversation was about ... :))) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)