Beef Poems - Poems about Beef

Great Beefy Tasting -------------------------- Walla,Walla the sweetest onions around! Brioche buns soft pillowy texture! And roasted garlic cloves! Were one to clarify the butter add the garlic and add the onions and then paint the buns to be toasted. set aside the buns. and then caramelize these onions to be set aside. Grill the big beefy burgers to a perfect medium. To what degree of wellness is the suiter desires. The lettuces, the tomatoes, the...

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Roast beef with all the trimmings Roasted potatoes Carrots, broccoli and peas Lashings of gravy Cauliflower cheese Glass of wine. Bliss!...

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Beef and taters are a meal thought Dad Didn’t want Italian, which he never had Refused to try chicken, pork or fish Beef and taters were his only dish Would not eat pasta, it did not look good Brought home steak from the farm when he could Liked potatoes broiled, stuffed, cheesed and baked Beef and taters are for what he ached....

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(Record scratch, a cool, jazzy beat drops - think late-night NYC) Yo, lemme set the scene, the park bench, twilight's glow Yeah, she bad, I can't help but let it show He-he bad too, that's my reflection, lookin' fly With my boo, chillin' beneath the NYC sky White Castle spread, a feast fit for us two...

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Just because you can Doesn’t mean you should I told the little engine that could Don’t be a jerk Just because they are Be an example be a star...

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Frustrating being a poet. If I am to write for you I do have to read your mind. So what are the words that arouse your passion? And why do you love that stew pot while you possess ballet that is danced to beautiful music tripped, as they say, to that light fantastic? A meaty dish with vegetables: carrots, potatoes, onions, leeks. Ballet, on tiny...

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Not an amusement park in sight So, we headed to the mountains No bumper cars, roller coasters, Spinning cups, or dancing fountains We diligently searched For something to stimulate our hype At last we spotted a Near perpendicular metal irrigation pipe Without a pod, a seat, or even some grease The tube had way too much drag A quick search of our backpacks...

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where's the beef? Wendy's most famous advertisement that went viral this ad disrespectfully put down other chain's hamburgers Indicating their meat patties were small soon a catch phrase for the 1984 Presidential election makig fun of Gary Hart and Walter Mondale Nashville songwriter DJ Coyote McCloud made it into a song this catch phrase was "on fire" in the US for a...

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"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." ...

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I’m a free spirit rising a freethinker dreaming Stoically climbing the surreal limbo bar, But I don’t know why i’m no bright spark for split seconds on fire lighting up the dark Yet we have one with burning aspirations peers into his own sky it goes over most heads Just like mother earth oh that monster who never...

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Corned beef 25 years ago, I found in the attic of a small hotel briefly used as headquarter by British troops after the war, a tin of bully beef. I opened the tin, the meat looked lovely and fat cut a slice tasted as made yesterday. Later in the evening, I made a stew of potatoes onions and carrots, added the corned...

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No one in the family can make Mom’s beef and noodles Lavishing them over her freshly mashed potatoes now Her crunchy corn pudding is sitting next door. Waiting for the crisp radish, carrot, lettuce salad to be added. Pumpkin pie completed the masterpiece. Hello Mom I say to heaven....

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jagged edge blade, made me bleed and stabbed me deep, so far in, i have quite literally changed mentally and physically, i have become a lean ground beef pack, to be used after freezing and to be used once, please dont use me whole, i-i- l'll burn!...

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Where’s the beef? The old woman said. I still see her bulbous nose, parading in my head. She opens the bun and the hamburger is dinky. My thoughts about this oldster are incredibly kinky. Where’s the beef? Was soon printed on white t- shirts. We were all naming the old lady, us Ethyls and Gerts. Wendys was bringing people in by...

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Somewhere in the past of here and now we started dining on the cow and now they want us all to stop but they can’t figure out just how. There first attack the realm of coin demands that you call it Sir Loin for he is served with wine, a toast unlike the lower caste Rump Roast The ribs have found a changing...

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