Best Biscuits Poems
Bake in an oven for,
breakfast, lunch or dinner.
Breathe in their aroma.
Bring them to the table,
break them open and then,
butter them up real good.
Best to eat them when hot.
8/7/16
A cowpokes life is a rough one and when he draws his monthly pay,
He mounts his hoss and gallops to town to visit the local cabaret.
He scrubs the manure from his boots and dons a decent pair of jeans,
Hopin' to find some tolerable grub instead of bacon, biscuits and beans!
He spends his days herdin' ornery longhorns and fixin' barbed wire fences,
Ridin' in nasty weather and eatin' dust 'til he nearly loses his senses!
Fer all of this he expects some decent grub at the end of ever' day,
But Cooky dispenses bacon, biscuits and beans the same as yesterday!
Chuck is served up on battered tin plates and tin cups fer slurpin' joe,
And if'n you don't like it, Cooky is mighty quick to tell ya where to go!
The fellers complain to the trail boss but it don't do a damn bit of good.
He tells 'em, "If'n you don't like it here, find yerself another livelihood!"
At the cabaret he's confounded by the chinaware and fancy silverware,
And instead of sittin' on the ground to eat, he sits on a rickety chair!
He consumes a colossal steak with sweet peas and smashed pertaters,
A couple of beers and a salad of onions, lettuce and fresh termaters.
He and his old cayuse slowly meander back to the ranch to hit the hay,
But he'll return to the cabaret next month when he collects his meager pay.
He savored his scrumptious meal of countless calories and proteins,
'Cause he knows that tomorrow he'll be eatin' bacon, biscuits and beans!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Seniors in our town
gather at Hardy’s
on Wednesday mornings
over biscuits and gravy
to ruminate on life
as they’ve met it head on
as they’ve faced it with hope
as they’ve lived it with courage
as they forecast its future
in dread and fear
for their offspring.
They joke and laugh
as coffee flows downward
and embrace new promise
in the here and now, as tummy fills
with yesterday’s toasty comfort,
hot biscuits and gravy.
Walking the yard with shovel in hand
Cruising back and forth just as planned
Trying to pick up every last pile
If the wife steps in one she gets hostile
Didn't think this through from the start
Three dogs are great but this from the heart
Of the many jobs you have to do
The dirtiest of all is picking up poo
Dogs are creative with their poo
Over the years I've seen a few
So here are a couple of the best
Not enough room to list the rest
The Walking poo is always a trip
Spreads out in one long strip
Why can't they be still and squat
Could they please stay in one spot
Elephant poo is a surprise when found
This mammoth pile weighs about a pound
It really stands out above them all
Quite a feat because my dogs are small
If you have a party here is a tip
Be careful with the onion dip
Dogs really like that goo
But it leads to Diarrhea poo
Purple is a color you don't want to find
It's hard to get this one out of your mind
The Hide and Seek poo will keep you busy when done
Searching to find what's been eaten,what fun
From Kalamazoo to Timbuktu
Nothing is like the Houdini poo
Now you see it now you don't
Keep your eyes on it, this one will float
Winter cleanup can sometimes be hard
Snow after snow just covers the yard
Making layers upon layers of Icicle poo
Remember the horror of the thaw of '02
Just when you think the job is over
One more little gift from Rover
What's that on the bottom of your shoe
Nothing but a piece of Camouflage poo
If you have dogs this is nothing new
I'm just really tired of picking up poo
Contest: Everyone Poops
Sponsored by: Roy Jerden
Written by:Greg Hoffman 8/20/2015
shrimp and scallops plate
a lot of cheddar biscuits
tall glass of iced tea
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Boy was I rolling in dough.
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Sift flour in Mom’s crock bowl
Make a volcano
Add the buttermilk and lard
Squeeze! ..Have fun! ..Nip buds
Wait!! First, pat for luck!
Bake!…Eat warm!...
Home!!
A granny in a brightly lit flower frock is neither a spinning wheel or a basket of multi coloured wools. Multi coloured wools are very very useful indeed for wool wafts wonderful warmth. And warmth is great when cold so never mind the harness in a three wheeled bin in the artic. Oh the whorl of semantic accolade is an issue for a tiny tissue and a tiramisu partying on a giant cliff face. Squarking squirrels sending signals swimmingly secretly sedately swift. A cloud worshipping a beacon is a beanie in a bun but not while the bun is sleeping. It needs peace and quiet you see and tantalisation can often christen the rite of passage in in even the mist tightest of skirts, shirts and dressed crabs. In a salad. Overtones of a butterscotch pantry never belittle a momentary pickle. Miserable money making mongrels make marvellous man made moons. And a jingle jangle.simmering on a stove is a one time initiation starting ship to a nonlethal Atlantic cruise basin where crudities are neither cuddles nor cute and anarchic apathy is swamped by an adjudical nun in a costume from the fourteenth century castle of the espionage for espionage is not a experience it is a an exact evenly economically excellent ecliptic eccentric eclipse. So all go hail the ring of the bell from the cooker. Ding dong ding then. Right isnt it? Playing football in a dough ball of glue is preferable to hand gliding in gloves of concrete. And a forthright pair of gloves are always leather in outlook and forward drive like a medium in a trance. Trembling trees throwing turnips thrice turning tormenting tortoises. Hahaha the time tick tock tick arguing with a baseball glove and a hat and a microphone stands with a bacon trolley. Hahaha missionary mishap makes many mingling monsters. Oh left heel clock clock right heel click. Great. Fantastic isn't it? Xxxxx evolutionally z z z z z
Chocolate melting moments
Coconut snowballs
Some semolina crunchies
Molasses cookies
A cherry whirl
Ginger nut
Break !
Golden Glowing Biscuits
Eohippus at the dawn of history rides off the earth
His son the dawn horse rides out on the day
First through a lush field of heather up ahead
Guided by shifting westward winds
Then over the hills of clover running to the cliff
Down labyrinths of canyons crooked paths
Past the canna, columbine and hollyhock bursts of reds
There, just over long green grasses beyond the pastures
The animal takes a break
Relieves himself, releases golden biscuits to the earth
Which aid the fertile fields to grow and flourish
Is there anything finer
Than Bob Evans biscuits
They know how to start your day
With a cup of hot coffee
And strawberry jam
There surely is no better way!
I've tried other kinds
But they don't have appeal
Mr. Evans knows the secret of life
It's a serving of biscuits
Steaming and scrumptious
Gets rid of all of life's strife!
Bob Evans must possess
Some really secret formula
Tried others but none can compare
With absolute delight
Your taste buds take flight
A gastronomical love affair!
If you ain't had the chance
To experience this sensation
Then drop in to a Bob Evans store
You sure won't regret it
You'll die when you get 'em
Highlight of the day that's for sure!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Tall Aunt Euvela
Made biscuits for our dinner
It was requested of the crowd
How many biscuits are required?
My daddy said, "I always eat two."
Uncle Troy said, " You won't eat two of Euvela's."
When dinner was eaten,
All the dishes washed.
Uncle Troy said," Morgan, two you stopped short of."
Daddy said, "Troy, you was right those biscuits were as big as plate."
He continued, "No one could eat two of Euvela's biscuits."
That woman had those big hands with long fingers to match her six foot height..
A wispy dream; a velveteen morning;
calming and serene; snow slowly drifting.
Storms now brewing over the Northern sky
blustery winter's breath I now descry!
Heavy coat and hat; battling icy winds;
animals in the barn; firewood to the bin.
Warmest blanket on the bed; old cat purrs;
knitted throw by the stove; toasty for sure.
Chores are finally done; time to relax;
snowflakes falling now covering my tracks.
Teapot is ready, steam rises up high;
biscuits from the oven; butter nearby.
Look out the window; hazy from the frost;
snow covers the pond; can't see where I crossed.
Inhaling brisk air; a late snowy blow;
peek out the door brings a silent rush of cold.
1/27/2021
All Yours Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
There is a place in Texas
Just a shack, a place to dine
They serve a strange creation
But a pleasure you will find
Deep fried chicken biscuits
With mashed potatoes and apple pie
Will leave your stomach full and glad
Just like a vintage wine
This creation sounds quite odd
But a simple receipt
Chicken breast and biscuit dough
Deep fried in harmony
Topped off with country gravy
Served hot with sweet ice tea
You better get there early
To insure a time to eat
Amazing how a little
Run down shack could be a place
Where people from all walks of life
Have made a successful place
So look around the place you live
I’m sure that you will find
A little diner just like this
To enjoy some meat and pie
I remember waking early
to watch her make the dough.
A little of this, a lot of that,
a recipe only she would know.
Then she'd roll them flat, cut them out,
and in the stove they'd go.
Only minutes later would
come the best things in life I've known..
Mamaw's Biscuits.