Anchovy Poems | Examples

Love Speaks

1&1/2cups of chopped mushrooms
1/4 cup of drained chopped spinach
4 tablespoons of minced turkey liver
1 cup of chopped cooked bacon
1/4 cup of yellow bell pepper minced
1/2 cup dried parmesan cheese
1 cup of chopped olives
1 teaspoon of anchovy paste
5 tablespoons of minced garlic
1 cup of chopped onions
3 tablespoons of sour cream
5 tablespoons of heavy cream
2 tablespoons of olive oil
1 tablespoon of red pepper flakes
1 teaspoon of dried thyme
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
2 tablespoons of sundried tomato flakes
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The Making of The Mallard Mimic
thinly sliced potatoes layered
 in rows
and fried in duck fat
to accompany the dish......_
filling for Mallard Mimic
Turkey 
stuffed (with the above)
with prosciutto and swiss cheese
Puff pastry wrapped in
swiss and prosciutto 
egg yolked glazed
with truffle powder and pork rind
crumbles
and hollindise

Steeped in Legend The Mallard Mimic

The Mallard Mimic 
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes
and then be arranged as scales attop
a turkey cutlet
that is stuffed with
mushrooms, prosciutto
olives,shallots
spinach
a sprinkle of nutmeg
and garlic with
a slight touch
of anchovy
on top of a bed of puff pastry
served with
a  garlic parmesan roasted
asparagus dish
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with a side of 
maple pecan
butternut squash
Medallion
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with a buttery eggnog
yeast roll
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One would
crumble pork rinds
and truffle zest
add grated cheese
and sprinkle it across the top
and serve with
Malbec!
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So say's the Myth!

fish, cat, and woman

it will be evening soon
a meal will be cooked
fried with ginger and lemon grass
on a black grill

the head of the jungle perch
will be given to the cat

the woman could eat the head
it is the best part
but she loves her cat

the cat consumes the fish head and tail
then goes out
to watch the stilts and avocets
delicately wade into the dusk

the woman eats the tender fire flushed meat
with roti bread
dipped in dark anchovy sauce

the bones of the fish she will plant in her garden
to nourish the soil

i am a better fisher than the cat
the woman is a better cat lover than i

when we are under the mosquito tent
that hangs over her creaky cot
i hear the fish in the lake leaping

moonlight splashes on the window

staying Power

Baclava! Baklava!
the steaks are medium rare!


one stick of butter
1/4 inch bead of garlic paste
1/4 bead of anchovy paste
2 Tablespoons of dehydrated onions
 soaked in 3 tablespoons of beef stock
drain.
2 Tablespoons of parsley
1 cured egg yolk
1 tablespoon of lime juice
pinch of cayeene
marrow of four cooked beef bones
grate egg yolk

whisk with lime juice
add anchovy paste
add
garlic paste
soften butter whisked in.
onions
add bone marrow
and mix
chill in refrigerater
to atop your favor steak.

Tastes Like Chocolate

“‘Walden' is so indigestible that many hungry people abandon it because it makes them mildly sick, each sentence  being an anchovy spread, and the whole thing too salty and nourishing for one sitting.” - E.B. White

I want to write you a poem
that tastes a little bit more like
orange slices, cooked with brown sugar
and covered in chocolate like
you used to make every weekend
that we would eat with coffee
every morning when you would
sleep over, slowly making
our way downstairs after
a long night of me reassuring you
that you did in fact turn 
the stove off and that no, we won’t
get robbed in the middle of the night.
But I don’t know how to cook
and much less how to write a poem
that tastes  as sweet as your love.

Dirty Tricks

Hey you! 
Yeah, you. 
Know what I plan to do?  
I’ll spread Vaseline all over your windshield 
And Krazy Glue your wipers in place.  
I’ll insert sewing needles, point up, 
Into your driver’s seat cushion.   
I’ll put dog poop in your air vents 
And a dead fish in the bottom of your glove box.  
I'll write your cell phone number and email address 
On restroom walls at truck stops and sleazy taverns.  
I’ll scatter thumbtacks on the shag carpet 
On your side of the bed and spit curses into your pillow case.  
I’ll fill your shoes with menthol shaving gel.  
I’ll smear anchovy paste on the crotch of all of your panties 
and put them neatly back in your drawer.  
I’ll mix pubic hairs in with your tuna salad, 
Dissolve laxatives and sleeping pills in your split pea soup, 
Replace your mouthwash with Windex, 
Scratch my anus with your toothbrush, 
Piss in your bottle of scotch and then...  
And then I’ll start to get nasty.  
Trust me. 
I’m just getting warmed up.  
Have another scotch.

My Blue Cheese Is

Anchovy that stinky small fish
Don't place it on my salad plate
Don't serve it on my pizza dish
As appetizers it won't sate

The odor clings to the lettuce leaves
It ruins each pizza slice touched
Don't serve me anchovies, it grieves
all my senses when they are smutched  


Smutched means when something is smudged..
Rispetto is form but it is a rhyming form.

A Day By the River

A Day by the River

Sailing the high sea on the river,
Sinking while staying afloat,
Think I’m in danger of drowning,
Where would I find me a boat?

Nice here down by the river,
Floods caused the bed to dry up.
Eat Treacle & Anchovy sandwich,
Drink tea, from a broken egg cup.

Urchins who live near the river,
Fish for Sea Bass, using a kettle.
They may have caught a young Cray,
To bake it with seaweed and nettle.

Fairies with wings by the river,
Nibble mushroom with Ginger beer.
This is not typical fairy behavior,
High spirited, they wish me good cheer.


Skim pebbles across the dry river,
Seagulls fire shots to my nose.
Call a Mute Swan, but get no answer,
Damn duck, pecked off my clothes.

Very dark now, here by the river,
The sunshine is hot, beating down.
I’m walking right into the water,
An inconvenient way back to town. 

Time’s come, to leave here the river,
Attacked by a shark on the shore.
It came for the barbecue party,
But prefer my leg that it tore.

When I wake up, I’m not by the river,
My pyjamas are soaked toe to head.
It transpires, I’m not by the river,
But dreaming, and just wet the bed.

Sardines On the Sand

Sardines on the Sand

     Two Sardines danced hand in hand
     At their wedding upon the sand
     As a Herring played the violin.
     A portly porpoise clothed in grey
     Greeted guests from far away.

     A pair of Cod beheld the scene,
     The bride was dressed in seaweed green
     And an Octopus sang a gliforal song
     As the assembly wept into oyster shells,
     While an elderly Crab played whale bone bells.

     A gumley Anchovy bore the ring
     As the Vicar asked the choir to sing.
     Then a choir of Kipper sang on the strand,
     And throngs of Mullet from far and wide
     Danced by that strong mantigious tide.

     Then there came a flumifinous roar
     As the tide surged upon that shore
     And all the party were swept away.
     All on that bright framtitious day. 

         19/08/16

       For the contest 'In the Style of my Favourite Poet.
           Sponsored by The Seeker

Maurice the Menace

Maurice was crammed full of buttock-clenching humors
                        One day in the month of May he poked Jannie's tumors
                                             'Oh they are real groovy'
                                              'Must taste like anchovy'
                      "How can you be so sure?' 'they are under my  bloomers'.

Pizza

Pizza!
by René Annandale

Pizza pizza pat
Pizza pizza flat
Thick crust, thin crust
or raised crust.
Chop it, slice it, grate it,
pack it, fill it.
Tomato, mushroom, salami,
peppers, ham and anchovy.
Top it all with cheese.
Serve me warm, if you please.

Dagwood Bumstead

The master maker of exotic sandwiches is Dagwood Bumstead!

   Blondie (nee Boopadoop) views his masterpieces with dread!

      He compounds his concoctions with everything from anchovy to zucchini,

         And Bumstead could make them vanish faster than an illusion by Houdini!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retireed
© All Rights Reserved

Pizza Delivery Girls

If given a choice of sausage or pepperoni,
or perhaps mushroom, peppers, or anchovy,
this is what I would say instead:
“I have tried a blonde and brunette, how about a redhead?”
There is a pizza place owned and operated by Luigi.
He has some of the cutest girls making delivery.
They are the sweetest things this side of Italy.
Just call Luigi, and one is on the way in a hurry.
If you do not like pizza, would you like subs or spaghetti?
For delivery, they cover a wide area of town.
The food and the women are the best hands down.
For me, I will take any girl any day.
I feel hungry.  I will call them right away!

Just a Matter of Taste

I savor a hearty repast of meat and smashed pertaters,
And a salad liberally laced with fresh termaters,
But spare me anything slathered with anchovy paste!
('Tis just a matter of my discriminating taste!)

'Tis a gastronomic delight dining on Chinese cuisine,
But my appetite is dulled by things best left unseen,
Such as bird's nest soup and octopus when it is faced!
('Tis just a matter of my discriminating taste!)

How delectable are hams, bacon and sausages to eat,
But my stomach roils upon seeing a pigs pickled feet,
Or souse containing stuff that should be consigned to waste!
('Tis just a matter of my discriminating taste!)

Moroccan folks are wizards at brewing their tea,
But cous-cous with glazed sheep's eyes staring at me,
Is more than I care for when before me it is placed!
('Tis just a matter of my discriminating taste!)

I'm a glutton for cookies, puddings, pies and cakes,
But I'm repelled by the flesh of 'gators and rattlesnakes!
As can be seen, ordinary vittles I have embraced!
('Tis just a matter of my discriminating taste!)

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Summer Punch

Sardine ,anchovy on toast
a chilli pickle
a marinated mallard
prune & butter tart
with ice cream
lemonade
Dream!

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