Best Desserts Poems
I was at my favorite restaurant and I'd had a lovely meal,
if I finished all my food then a pudding was the deal
I’d relished every morsel and was pleased as a Cheshire cat,
the dessert menu was on its way, oh I couldn’t wait for that
The waitress brought the menus, I rubbed my hands with glee,
oh sticky toffee pudding, now that’s the one for me
She came to take the order – we had waited as you do,
turning to me she said ‘now Madam, what can I get you’
Oh stiffy cockie pudding please was my swift reply -
I didn’t realize what I’d said till I saw tears form in her eye.
I went as red as a beetroot and the others began to laugh,
at my spoonerism which turned into a complete gaffe
The pudding it came quickly but I couldn’t wait to leave,
I choked on every mouthful, how my stomach it did heave
So please take notice of my error on this horrendous day,
if you order sticky toffee pudding be careful what you say!
A true story!
written on 2/2/2014
submitted on 08/03/21 to YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L MILTON HANKINS
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Any pretty woman turned his head
He liked them all so it is said
Then one day to his surprise
They no longer caught his eye
His sexual desire totally died
(AKA - "Becca Baked My Birthday Cake")
Surprise! Strawberry scents permeated the air.
Mountains of creamy pink lured fingertips.
Bewitching chocolate with fresh fruit inside,
Luscious and succulent tempted watery lips.
Enlivened young children could hardly wait.
Tiny little fingers did not hesitate.
Dipping in the icing, a lip-smacking delight.
To tell you the truth, neither could I wait.
Fluffy and moist, strawberry infused confection.
Delightfully melted on the first tasting tongue.
Four layers baked had delicately arisen.
Delectably glazed before delicious had sprung.
It was that yummy year, and homemade birthday cake,
She showed me through baking how her love pierced my heart.
Fresh fruit decorated cake with special designs.
Chocolate dipped strawberry delight, her loves’ impart!
The sherbet orange light of a fall morning in Connecticut crackles with the scent pine. The lake’s parking lot overflows by nine thirty. The S.U.V.s park in a haphazard manor. The boat crew’s flight from reality – or the emersion in it—began in earnest hours ago. Neon-colored, plastic, kayaks adorn the grass skirt before the water’s edge. Dressed in shades as lively as their hulls, the small craft owners match themselves up with their water-horses. They shove off at random intervals.
geese
land and take off –
squirrels scamper
Disturbed, Lake Lillinonah ripples with the dip of paddle and the morning breeze. The cotton wood trees chatter to passing egrets. The smell of powerboats, only slightly mars the bathing-beauty glow of the day. Days end will find a conga line of cars pulling in to a local dairy for homemade ice-cream. Truly, God is in his heaven and all is right – at least here, for these few hours—in the world.
pink tipped tongues
lick sprinkles from the cone:
eyes roll
she bins
his pizza lunch - -
just desserts
* some silliness on a saying we have: ‘just deserts’ (a person getting what he deserves)
For Dr Ram’s Darkness at Noon contest
There was a crook named Jum Tuppence
Who stole from people of meager substance.
He tried it on an undercover cop
And was caught right on the spot.
Now Jum is due to get his comeuppance.
My boss was a sneak and a cheat.
His wife was much nicer and sweet.
She caught him with Susie,
A flaunting it floozie
And threw him right out in the street.
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For Carolyn's contestWon no. 4
S -ometimes life does not go as people planne ----------- D.
T - rouble follows if you use sweets to sooth--------------- E.
R - epressed feelings cause habit in human --------------- S.
E - veryone is prone to emotional ill-------------------------- S.
S - weet dessert foods sometimes provide some peac----E.
S - ome chocolates can make some feel bette-------------- R.
E - motional health can turn sweets into a habi ----------- T.
D - esserts can increase size in all humans ---------------- S.
I got the idea for this poem by watching Dr Oz. I believe this is a Acostic Anogram type poem .
Sleaze Harry is a sick minded dude,
Who’s love life is all camera viewed,
So you won’t see him flirt,
But he’ll photo up-skirt...
Then complain that he hates prison food.
Dessert
Delicious, enjoyable
Dip, taste, um--um
Guilt, worry, forget
Chocolate
(Cinquain,modern)
'No pain,no gain‘ Mum reminded us wryly.
'No lemon no melon' Dad quipped adding pith to the bitter- sweet maxim.
So there we stood, Sis and I, incarcerated by our own parents and ordered to repaper the entire kitchen.
Just desserts in their view for the impromptu deed which had triggered such sanctions.
I refer of course to the unfortunate episode of the tomato ketchup food fight!
The gargantuan task would easily take us till noon so my gym class would have to wait.
Anna had planned a romantic kayak along the river with her new beau Bob.
Her face flushed redder and redder with florid frustration.
This was definitely not on our radar for a Saturday morning's entertainment!
Mum and Dad rubbed more salt into the wound:
‘Try your level best to do a good job of it you two. We’re heading off to the beach’ for a picnic.
It was exhausting but good strong tea was our hourly reviver and Abba playing in the background provided an acoustic pick-me-up; Mamma Mia, what a morning!
’Tattarrattat. Somebody was at the front door.
‘Just called by to see if I could help out‘ said Bob: What a hero!
The whole episode was a real eye opener for us and we learnt a new
life tenet that day that ‘As you make your bed, so you must lie on it!’
03/10/18
‘Palindromes contest’ Sponsored by: Joseph May
( I have used two phrasal palindromes : 'no lemon no melon' and ''my gym')
This day I wander frozen streets
As cold March rain chills my skin
I cannot sense with hands or feet
Nor hear much of the morning’s din
As cold March rain chills my skin
I cannot see the path ahead
Nor hear much of the morning’s din
I long for warmth and to be fed
But I cannot see the path ahead
Empty pockets guide my every step
I long for warmth and to be fed
And so I’ve, onward, slowly crept
Empty pockets guide my every step
Till I reach the place, I’ve no recourse
So I’ve, onward, slowly crept
Not the product of feeling, just of force
Until I reach the place, I’ve no recourse
Damp paycheck gripped in shaking hand
No product of feeling, just of force
I journey through the frozen land
Damp paycheck gripped in shaking hand
I cross the threshold into light
Having journeyed through a frozen land
I’ve seen to the task and made it right
And cross the threshold, from the light
Towards streets packed with winter’s foam
I’d seen to the task and made it right
And so begin my journey home
The chocolate frosting was whipped for the cake
But it flicked on your neck by a simple mistake
Don’t move my love I’ll clean you up
With lips and tongue I’ll gently suck.
Mmmm, that’s good, lets have some more
There are other body parts we can explore
Remove your apron and what’s underneath
Cover up the box, so Betty Crocker can’t peek.
With spatula I’ll cover your passion
Chocolate cupcakes are all the fashion
On the kitchen table I’ll have my dessert
Careful dear, you’re ripping my shirt.
The company came later that night
And looked surprised to see the sight
Of a naked cake with no frosting there
Yet the hint of chocolate smell in the air.
The first words openly spoken
Mama,is the soup hot yet ?
said as I
Sat on her hip
Mrs.Cotten
The visiting nurse
No longer
Could she quip
She'll talk when
She has something to say
Make her ask for
The things that she wants
A sibling referred to as
Little mama
taking her comments
As taunts
What they didn't see
As I looked on this world
With eyes that
had just turned three
That I stayed up
Often into the night
Quietly
Conversing with me
Holding my cards so
Close to the vest
No longer could willing
put to the test
The diligent love
Little mama ,
had unfailingly ,
tenderly expressed
With an arm wound
Securely about her neck
I decided,there and then
What the heck
As my sister called out
to Big Mama
these words I'll never regret
As I echoed them back into her ear.....Mama is the soup hot yet?
The love I have
for my sister
has always gone
Well and above
My sole experience
till my own
Children came
Of unadulterated love
Cool raging fire in waves on hill and plain.
Sense of self, set ablaze in saffron flame.
In days, only, the umber, will remain.
Fancies of ego, at once overcame.
But now crimson, and amber leaves exclaim,
Changing of season's life, at full color,
Progressing, ever, to become duller.
Amongst stretching beauty, one becomes small.
The head can turn, from full left, to full right.
A peach pixel dotting landscapes of Fall,
Framed within bluest sky, ever so bright.
God's created Beauty, adorns this sight.
Come cinnamon and ginger pumpkin pie,
Aromas, on a breeze, blinding the eye.
29 September 2017
two 7 line stanzas (ababbcc) using the words:
Amber
Cinnamon
Crimson
Fire
Ginger
Pumpkin
Saffron
Umber