Best Eclair Poems

There are twenty four days
left to Christmas and already
small children dream of toys;  
isn't there a better way
for them to forget the cold
and see...

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My Apology


Expecting soon my very first child,
huge craving for chocolate I had-
scraped off the fudge from our last eclair.
When I was done- I knew this...

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Food Fun. 
The Cook she fancied Chef.
She truly loved his meatballs
and as for his spotted dick. Sublime.

Chef he fancied Cook.
He really loved her chicken breasts
and...

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I'm shopping in the town near my favourite cake shop
I need a sugar fix so I’ll really have to stop
I’m having friends to tea, so...

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a religious so pretty attract your eyes
in the shelves of the bakery next to the eclair
you are hungry and do not know what to do

sugar...

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I Do Not Know The Secret...,
Asper Art Of Writing Acclaimed Poem...

Not purposeful intent,
when tasking self (Das Scribe)
a nondescript member of
*****sapiens village people tribe
metaphorical spear...

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With a 7-Eleven Big Cup eulogy slurp
And a McDonalds Big Mac pall bearer burp,
it’s Big Boy Slim Jim holiday mourning time
Take a family reunion picnic...

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Ah, who dares to call him a big bear,
when he eats a chocolate eclair?
He drops it on his red shoes,
to hear the pigeon's coos...
then smears...

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He will leave me low, he will leave me not ... oh, flower, do your petals know?
If he sees me sleep, sparks won't keep; knowing...

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He bought everyone
A choux pastry
Filled with cream
And half covered with chocolate,
To eclair the air....

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Every other week during summer, or fall ...
there's a loud noise rattling my huge window
facing the shady street
where no kids are seen.

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Old fashioned grass cutters...

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Gorgeous Johnny was barely three
and knew the danger of a bee
that was attracted to his fair hair!


He moved feet away, but the bee
slowly crawled up...

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“How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun!” Vincent Van Gogh

Yellow

Yellow is
     a painted curb or lines upon a street,
...

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I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day

Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman Flying
Via O'hare To Dublin y'know
Cuz, The Leprechaun within
me,...

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Neck pulsating, close shave shines over whiskers
    Stiff collar pressure, raced anticipation simmers
    Key twist intrigue spurs engine's orange...

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