Baguette Poems - Poems about Baguette

...Doctor Duck could not cluck Whenever he tried, he was out of luck So he bought bread Brioche, Baguette, White, and Grain He'd wake up covered in crumbs Looking like one of the bums His wife......

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...Tripe, sweetbreads, entrails, offal, some people spell them awful. Scottish chefs can do them right Haggis, a meal, out of sight. Making a proper meatball sandwich is virtual what-not-who and......

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...In a small cafe I've ordered a selection of Vegetarian salads It came with a basket mountain of Sliced baguette I considered the terrible waste Serving that much bread To one person I wrote t......

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...A girl in Cherbourg We sat in a bar in Cherbourg a town still struggling after a war to become just another French coastal town Sitting with mates from the ship can be tedious, and if you hap......

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... Home-grown tomatoes on low Basil and garlic Angel hair pasta wall test Fresh parmesan cheese Thin-sliced hard baguette Olive oil Yum! ......

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...If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the entire afternoon at Ferry Beach, sunning and playing frisbee, I play......

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...I'll not give up on you I'll not give up on you Sometimes I will show off Sometimes I will hide it I'll not give up on you I will stay with you Through thick and thin Through hard times ......

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...Let me breathe that sea air that once waltzed through your hair. Let me view that sunrise you once graced with your eyes. Let me taste that baguette from the morn we first met. How I've replaye......

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...Pink vase with no design Dangling there so blue- c'est la vie I think somewhere in Center City Apart from everything hectic In an apartment rising high skyward The item lingering on the edge of......

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...Sir Studly put out his cigarette when the band played a minuet. Did he ask me to dance? You bet! And that’s when I began to sweat. No lessons had I, least not yet; still I stomped......

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...Ladies from France Renowned for their glamor Parade designer dresses All day long all night long Like gazelles in stilettos Looking fit looking fab It’s a mystery and conundrum How successfu......

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...Translation of YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG By T. Wignesan (Written by : Herbert Kretzmer) (Variously sung in a host of styles, moods and orchestration by exquisite soul-movers like Roberta Fl......

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...That active song won't let me forget. It's lyrics spin like dancing wet ink, and for four solid minutes I think I am sixteen, playing Juliet. That painted song won't let me forget. Like strobe......

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...Whilst walking by the sea at the very crack of dawn An early morning saunter on this special Christmas morn Something caught my eye just as I meandered by It was different, it was still, had it ......

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... Boast brownies baking in dirty palm oil bacon fat Sugar-coated swine vanilla cupcakes; pineapple upside down snout snacks, so coconut phone hasty ... Sound-byte puff pastry Flour-f......

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