Best Custard Poems
I look at the green crocodile balls placed in handcrafted bamboo basket
They look ripe and tempting.
The snake skinned vendor looks at me with hopeful eyes
His turtle legs skin with every vein visible is a testimony of many days of hunger
He wears a wrinkled robe of silk over them
His brahminy blindsnake skin glistens in sun
An amazing will power to survive despite odds keeps him going.
I know he will gladly give me a huge discount for his meager earnings determines his dinner
Filled with pity, I buy a kilo and hand over a thousand rupee note to him
He looks at me puzzled
"I don't have change for such a big amount"
"Keep the change", I say
He flatly refuses
"I will have only what I earn
I am not a beggar
I will get change from nearby shop"
"You give me whole basket", I respond
He displays his moony teeth
His face gleams in joy
I am reminded of full moon night
He quickly packs my fruits
offers free home delivery
I lack strength despite good food
He is strong despite hunger
I feel sad and depressed at times
He inspires life is meant for living happily with smile in face
As I walk back home
I resolve to be happy
I have no right to be sad!
06.08.2021
For Emile Pinet imagism contest
Let me tell you a short story
A tale of long ago
When mother was a teenage bride
One who loved her man so
His mother always made dessert
Different everyday
Mother wanted to please her man
That she did in all ways
Mother decided to make a pie
Simple egg custard
She had all the ingredients
For this she's not flustered
She went to work stirring the mix
Then popped in the oven
They would eat like the very rich
Food for a whole dozen
When done it was loose and runny
A great disappointment
Mom threw it fast under the house
A very sad moment
Young ladies don't give up or despair
If you make a mistake
For my mother turned out to be
Sought after for her cakes
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Plentitude of Pies
Theme: Pies
She mastered a bastard custard
His husband was a bit flustered
He invited friends
And forgot his lens
He saw a plateful of mustard
Dad was digging in the garden
When he struck a custard well
Mum was none too happy
By her phizog you could tell
We watched the plume of custard
As it rose into the sky
Dad said “It’s bloomin’ lovely
We can have that with some pie
Mum was still unhappy
“This has ruined my best dress
You can both get out there later
And clear up this ruddy mess”
First thing in the morning
I went out, to see the hole
Scraped away the surface
And I filled a little bowl
Sitting on my haunches
In my jim jams and a vest
I took a cautious spoonful
And declared it was the best
Then later on, the press appeared
And in the garden mustered
As Dad explained how he had found
A well of perfect custard
A well known geolologist
Was hired to survey
He said our well, might just achieve
Ten thousand puds a day
So, Dad went out and bought himself
A brand new custard pump
And put it in the shed that he
Was just about to dump
With lots and lots of effort
And a little bit of planning
We built ourselves a factory
And we started custard canning
Now mum is very happy, ‘cause
We’ve bought a house that’s bigger
Don’t know what she’ll say though
When she sees Dad’s bought a digger
Prawn and Winkle Custard
Prawn and Winkle Custard
A delicacy and delight
Much nicer than Pilchard Jelly
Sounds disgusting and contrite
I’m partial to Bat wing stew
Though not to the taste of all
But as for Squid legs soup
Yuk, that makes my Stomach crawl
A slice of is figment is not stone carved melon nor mould of moon cake nor is it moaning marbles moving momentously. It is fascinating to note that steam rolling over headlines using big heavy wheels can induce a certain amount of jelly, carbonated drinks, hexagonal fishcakes, and seaweed to jump from the cupboard climb out of packets and sing very loudly in simultaneous song. The voice of a vortex is a visionary visualising vivarium vicariously vibrating vocabulary. And all the while the little letters let linking lemurs laugh. Lemurs laugh lovingly and love is not an itemised bill with googly eyes nor is it a meter reading a tome. So all hail in a pail for a puffing puffin is chewing on a boiled sweet today. Hahaha millionaire millipede moving many mice. Hahaha a pair of eagle faces in skintight shirts prancing. Xxxxx synchronisation z z z z z at seven thirty six a m on a dusty humid track of a bathroom floor with no b side eclipse effect. Z
I
now
know that
sawing a hole
into the bottom of
a table to try and steal
someone’s cake is so much
harder than it looks in the cartoons
A fragrant vagrant isn't a bad thing it is wise to fill a dolly bag with silver coins. Drooping dressing doopy doggy draperies draped. Cabal cable carnage. How not so idyllic. And a two ton carriage of bees could never really do the twisting dance at a disco. Such is the heavyweight marathon. Stomp swim. Stomp stamp. Wow. Naivety varies amongst tidally adjusted soldier fauna. And be very wary of verification in a smoking tent. Tuna bubbles in a sandstone kebab. The all knowing grape warbles a systematic song of carbon brushes. Oh how the cushion swings with delight. An opposite apothecary of courteous van's. Archaically archived histories are unjustified in tones but mutational racks of fleas can form fresh ground and a format is neither a rock or a deity so therefore skip over fifty nine petals with agility. Erotically placed erosion of a salad dish with slippery large leaf legs. Hahahaha. Dreamy dandelions dangling doves. Clapping custard covering carpets. Xxxx combustion xxxx hahah xxxx
If you're harried, befuddled and flustered.
And your life tastes of pepper and mustard.
Don't abandon the field,
and remain even-keeled.
You will soon get a spoonful of custard.
Today I had some custard
But it didn't cut the mustard
Though I really thought that it would be the best.
Guess you can't make an assumption
Based on ice-cream loving gumption
That what looks impressive must leave you impressed.
So the next time I'll be cautious;
Though this didn't make me nauseous,
It was mediocre and not up to snuff.
A prediction's surely wasted
'Cause until your tongue has tasted
All that other information's not enough.
Custard and cold jelly
Creamy rich and delish
Coating a fruit pie dish.
Cornflour, sugar, egg, milk,
Cream, vanilla, heat, mix.
Chilled inside a cold fridge;
Cold pie thrown by a clown.
24.08.21
dessert door dessert door
opens to custard and cream
but jester broke in
with bells and a spoon
. . . and
off with his head!
said the queen
dessert door dessert door
to a room of pudding galore
the king in his undies
snuck in there one night
. . . and
then went again
for some more
diddly dole
diddly dole
a goblin ate the custard
from the trifle bowl
diddly dole
diddly dole
another ate the jelly
and the trifle – stole!
A Boy's Torment - The Villanelle Of Ice Cream His Mama Wants Him to Eat Frozen Custard
the boy couldn't stop thinking about the ice cream
It was just so frozen and sticky, yum
But he could never forget the dream
That morning, the boy was shocked by mom stream
He had to calm himself with a lickey
the boy couldn't stop thinking about the ice cream
Mom, stead offered frozen custard seam (yucky)
He tried to focus on popsicle
But he could never forget the dream
A girl tried to distract him with a regime
Said his mind had become too picky
the boy couldn't stop thinking about the ice cream
the boy took action like a daydream
The ice cream was becoming too tricky
But he could never forget the dream
boy nosedived like a sticky ream
His mind became dangerously kicky
the boy couldn't stop thinking about the ice cream
But he could never forget the dream
8/4/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
A gift from God, using what's discarded is unshared.
Belém monks kept their ancient tart recipe secret.
Spun from eggs yolks that they once discarded.
Their heavenly baked tarts were so truly unique.
That the monks became rich, when their formula was sold.
Bakers down-under, now sell their own baked tartlets.
Made with a process they too will never reveal.
Curling yellow curds; they make their fame and fortune.
With a unique secret process only the family knows,
Passed down from father to son, in the old ways.