Best Kebabs Poems

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From the kitchen came a very odd smell
Menu was in Thai so I couldn't tell
Pointed and asked what is that
The waiter said its grilled rat
Was outta there like a bat outta hell...

EYE EYE

Went out with some friends for beer and meat pies
Asked the waiter...

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Anchored by its feet hangs the carcass
Butcher removes brisket and strings it
Chuck steak diced for stews and pies
Dark well matured silverside rests
Entrails give the dogs a royal feast
Flank minced for spaghetti bolognese
Gullet chopped into stock pot simmers
Hanging meat swings as the butcher works
Icy still from...

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Disco dreams and disco balls 
Big city,bright lights 
Pub crawls and bar fights. 
Mini frocks and hair dyes 
Made up faces 
Mascara filled eyes. 
Vodka martinis and champagne 
Bus trips and black cabs 
Standing in the rain. 
Nightclubs and deejays 
Entry stamps on wrists 
And...

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A  heritage resplendent in culture and crafts
Where monuments rub shoulders with swank malls
Enticing  blend of  old and new
Lucknow my town always enthralls

Values well enshrined so deep within
Greets with  a warmth endearing
A city with a global vision
Boasts of a legacy alluring

An array...

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Those endless talks of 
giving the fat a trim
Beauty is now the 
monopoly of the slim! 

Sinuous and slender
The hourglass figure
The thinner, the better.

Dieting and slimming 
down tricks
ofcourse selling like hot 
cakes

Tis a pity, I can't eat to 
my heart's content and 
desire
for rounded figures...

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Aadab the Aarab's
Favourite food was kebabs,
Be it beef, be it chicken,
He thought they were finger lickin'
With hummus and garlic dabs


authors note: i know Adab & Arab
 are spelled with one
 ...a.....at the start but i put in
 the extra ....a.....for pronunciation
 of a long.....a.....sound...

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The Truth about Narwhals

The truth about narwhals, is that they're just bags.
Majestic bags, filled up with swag.
And bags filled with swag, well, they aren't a drag.

The truth about narwhals, is that they're just unicorns.
They dress up like dolphins, but still show off their horns.
And dolphins...

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Frogs’ legs 
French cuisine fad
Amphibians hopping mad

 Shish kebabs 
Cubed lamb chislic
Served on toothpick

 Pizzas 
Flatbread Italian feast
Waist measurement increased

 Bird’s nest soup 
Rare Chinese foodstuff
Swiftlets sleeping rough

 Mexican wraps 
Spicy chicken fajitas
Hot as senoritas

 Seafood paella 
Shrimp, lobster, cuttlefish
Saporous Valencian dish

 Maple syrup 
Canadians...

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Don’t worry about being thinner
Get yourself off down the pub
Then go home to a good British dinner,
Of British traditional grub

Delicious roast beef of old England
Served up with a thick Yorkshire pud
With roast spuds and cabbage and carrots
Plus gravy in which the spoon stood

What’s wrong with...

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We all hear about the habits of successful people,
My habits are not the same.
Successful people, whatever that means,
Their habits seem kind of tame.

I don’t read a lot, nor organize my year,
Nor ever get up bright and chirpy.
I enjoy writing my thoughts, living spontaneously,
Then waking up...

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Katie put some chicken
kebabs in the fridge, then
kicked off her tight shoes. The
kettle boiled and she made
kiwi fruit tea. Her cute
kitten climbed onto her
knee and fell fast asleep.

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Checked with How Many Syllables

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Midnight plus fifteen, the streets come alive,
Spilling tattooed mobs, teeming motion-blurred
From the bars, karate and kung-fu moves in car parks
And upon telephone kiosk phone books.

Kebabs stinking of extra onion, chilli and garlic sauce,
Soaking up beer and chasers, churning innards;
Chinese takeaway cartons slung in gutters,
Spraying noodles...

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COMING   HOME

I came home at last across the seas 
To my home country in South Dublin,
And stood soaking up the refreshing Irish mist,
Allowing the Manchester smoke to wash out of my lungs.

O’ Connell Street  was busy as usual,  
And the familiar...

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Chocolate chilli fudge cake
Strawberry kebabs
Millionaires' shortcake squares
Toffee apple tart
Muffin & whipped cream
Afternoon
Dream!...

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It’s been a choppy day for trading,
And the market’s looking wan,
Gold is sticking to its vaults
While Bitcoin faces a ban

Greece is eying the drachma,
Its kebabs now overcooked,
While Chinese knees are trembling
As America cooks its books

And as the rich get richer
And the poor man fades away,
Money,...

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