Best Cookbook Poems

Living a promise to fulfill a destiny,
The cookbook of life where you are my recipe.  

Entangled divine, enriched aged wine.
God only knows, like clockwork...

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I stand about five feet eight
I'll admit, I'm a tad overweight
Drive an old pick up truck
Not one to pass the buck
At the moment have a...

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Tonight as candles flicker, she is sitting at the table
where her husband sat (before he passed away),
working on his daily crossword puzzles, 
seeming most content...

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Penelopina Teena had a birthday today,
in faerie years she's a whopping 9008!
It's such a celebration as you have never seen
was held for this tiny white...

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In my college years, I tried to cook
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I employed Betty Crocker's cookbook
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If I truly had learned,
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I'd make meals that aren't burned
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Ick, they taste even worse...

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There was once a man.
He’d always wanted to write,
But his biggest failing was
That he wasn’t very bright.

Whenever he started 
On a story or a plot,
Before...

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Noodles Noodleman knew
The cookbook through and through
Noodles Noodleman knew
He must teach Sally too

Alas, Sally withdrew
Cooking she could not do
She then began to brood –
What could...

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In the mood to bake
So I glanced at my cookbook
To decide was hard
I chose a chocolate cake
That was easy to make....

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I sold the oven and bought a microwave
I can't even make a pot roast
(You took the cookbook with you)

It's like my torture chamber for refrigerated...

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The Grinch lays exhausted on bales of hay,
tired of chasing drunk reindeer from his still.
And he's sure to be lectured by Santa,
as if it's his...

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Dearly Beloved; and you too Earl,
We have all gathered here together,
In everyone’s favorite bingo church,
To hitch these young-uns up forever!

Let me hear you all say...

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Loose are the oven mitts that covered mama's hands. 
 Cold are her rustic pots and pans. 

 Stained are the pages of her favorite...

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We're all ingredients in the humanity stew
The sad clowns
The prescription abusers
The chickens running around without their heads

This dish can never be out done
It's killing me
Ashes...

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Times where tight; means were lean
A newly minted bride; arrives upon the scene
Freshly baked bread; surely would please her man
She would serve at dinner; at...

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When I was a puppy
I used to run and play

15 years later
Now I sit and lay

I do not bark 
and I do not bite

I love...

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