Best Brownies Poems
Cream puffs, pies, and chocolate brownies
Should surely be banned from the planet
They have no real value, no redeeming factor
We stuff our faces like gannets
Moms always says, “Johnie's got a sweet tooth”
So when he chows down like a pig
It gives him the okay to eat gobs of this stuff
Till he no longer can dance a jig
Now there ain't nuttin' bad 'bout being obese
Some very famous people are blimps
Won't name them here for the fear of a lawsuit
It would leave me tattered and limp
But cream puffs, pies, and chocolate brownies
Are delicious morning, noon, and night
For breakfast, lunch, or important meetings
They're evil but such a delight!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Drained all the liquid but Nana still said it had good chocolatey flavor.
BROWNIES
i’m baking brownies
have scraped the mixing bowl clean
sniff the aroma
now the kid-in-me comes out
how I stole a piece stole out
A POT OF BROWNIES
marijuana leaves
a sweet scent found in brownies
beware ~ rated R
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
*Read my notes!
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Homemade Chocolate Chip Brownies
Brown sugar_butter
Eggs for rising high power
Flour the staff of life
Semi-sweet great touch
~Aroma~
Taste!
Contest:"Eat Me!"
Sponsor: John Heck
In the brackish water of a tideland flat
A delicious creature grows up and gets fat
Louisiana Brown shrimp is its name
Their excellent flavor has brought them fame
They call them Brownies and they’re caught by net
My first time shrimping, I’ll never forget
My friend Remy was of Cajun decent
And he was my mentor for this event
Sportsman’s Shrimping License, you need to get
That allows using a sixteen foot net
Took Remy’s fourteen foot flat bottomed boat
And his shrimping gear, nothing else of note
We checked out the net as we headed south
Exactly sixteen foot wide at the mouth
Where spreader boards attach to keep it wide
The purse at the bottom is neatly tied
Shrimping in the tide water flats that day
About one half hour we dragged that sleigh
Remy said, “Now be time to check da purse”
No shrimp, no crabs, just junk; couldn’t be worse
“Don’t worry Ami”, Remy said to me
“Things be good when da tide changes, you’ll see”
“ I gonna show to you my secret spot”
“You gonna see shrimping when it be hot”
Remy motored around till I was lost
He’ll get us back out, had my fingers crossed
He made sure I couldn’t find my way back
He should have just put my head in a sack
Then I said, “Remy, stop running around!”
I’ll never find you secret shrimping ground"
With a big Cajun grin from ear to ear
“Be no more running Ami, we be here”
The tide was just starting to go out fast
Spots that were water were becoming grass
With the boat in the mouth of the deepest cut
“Get da net out now, don’t sit on da butt”
The motor was set so we stayed in place
Then easy to see what was Remy’s ace
The shrimp that were carried out by the tide
Went in the net, there was no way to hide
Looked back at Remy and he smiled at me
“This be da shrimping, what you come to see”
We just sat and talked as shrimp filled the purse
The net was so full it would almost burst
We kept catching shrimp till the tide slowed down
Then stowed all the gear and headed to town
Never saw shrimping that could equal that
Too my friend Remy, I take off my hat!
. When you eat a brownie
The Chocolate goodness
Tastes so wonderful that the
Mouth-watering taste
Can drive you nuts and
Will make you-
SCREAM!!!
You needn’t be hungry
Or have a sweet tooth,
You might be a senior
Or still in your youth…
No matter your habits
Or lifestyle or bent
You cannot resist
That incredible scent.
When brownies are baking
That upcoming taste
Makes it hard to refute
It will all go to waist.
Three holiday brownies sat high up on the Fireplace Shelf
It is called a mantle, and it is made of oak, said a prissy Elf.
They laughed at his insistence, did not care about the druthers.
They were a merry threesome, triplet brownie brothers.
They were a trio and sang loudly and with Christmas gusto.
Their family surname was interesting – it was D’Agosto.
They were merry and happy and played instruments too.
Making the jealous elf angry before their concert was through.
In the evening my garden grows so well
I sleep gentle for there is no plight.
For eve is where brownies and faeries dwell.
Administer magic all through the night.
Naysayers may think that I’m not so bright,
My harvest is greater than all of theirs
Also I share gladly without their airs.
I baked a whole tray—
not for me.
I’ve never liked brownies,
too sweet on tongue,
too soft for teeth…
But you once said
you'd like to try mine.
They cracked as they left the oven.
I bit, too soon—
blistered my tongue
on sugar too young to settle.
If only you were here to taste it…
you’d know what I meant.
They’re best straight from the pan—
burning, messy,
sweet enough to sting.
But the moment passed,
and now they’ve gone rigid—
I sit with the tray
untouched but for one corner.
My eyes drift out to the setting sun—
The warmth dies...
The surface hardens...
for the baked and the baker.
Dreamy brownies
dieters downfall
thick cut
fudge iced
10 lb appears out of nowhere