Best Macaroons Poems
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Mint Cracknel and long red laces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
Categories:
macaroons, appreciation, candy, heart, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The old cookie lady lived in an old house, on an old street in a very old part of the city.
She wasn’t tall, she wasn’t thin but she was very pretty.
She had silver hair in a silver bun held with a silver clip.
Every day at 2 PM she would bake her cookies and put them in silver tins-On Monday chocolate chip.
On Tuesday oatmeal raisin, On Wednesday sugar cookies with jimmies blue and red,
On Thursday snickerdoodles and on Friday gingerbread.
Why did she bake them at 2 PM? Well, they had to be done by 3.
That was when the kids from the school walked by and she offered her cookies most cheerfully.
Years went by, but one day on the porch there was just an empty silver tin.
The youngest boy on the block shook it to be sure there nothing was in.
The oldest girl on the block,
Walked up the front steps to the door and gave it a knock.
The old cookie lady answered. She still wasn’t tall, but now she was thin
and she apologized and said that could be no more cookies in silver tins.
The oldest girl on the block had an idea-one that was great.
She told all the kids to come to her house at 8.
They made cookies galore.
Peanut butter, macaroons, sweet meringues and more.
They took the cookies to the old lady’s house after school
But when they knocked on the door the old lady’s daughter answered it-uncool.
They thought the old lady was dead.
But the daughter said no, the old lady would come and live with her instead.
They, the old lady and her daughter, said goodbye and drove off north.
The younger kids cried as they sat on they sat on the porch.
They ate the cookies they had made and felt a little better somehow.
The oldest one said, “maybe she left because she knows we can make our own cookies now”.
Categories:
macaroons, appreciation, change, chocolate, city,
Form:
Rhyme
Pitcher deals.
Center snaps.
Forward volleys.
Captain kneels.
Wing traps.
Road team rallies.
Runner steals.
Driver laps.
Bookies watch at O'Malleys.
Coach jaws.
Goalie paws.
Mothers pray.
Midfielder moans.
Winners eat macaroons.
Fathers look less gray.
Refs tally the time left
'Til the moon rises.
Fans leave, bereft,
Searching for further surprises.
Categories:
macaroons, soccer, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
Many memories of my mother
making moist mellow macaroons
marshmallows and Madeira cake,
minuscule madeleines, marvellous,
mum measures, marinates, melts,
more majestic meals.
My matriarch makes,
marmalade,
marzipan,
muffins,
mincemeat,
meringue.
mousse.
My meritorious mom mixes, merges, mingles,
melon,
mango,
mulberries,
Mandarins.
My maternal materfamilias, masterminds
Mealtime masterpieces.
Categories:
macaroons, food, fruit, mother,
Form:
Alliteration
Once a year, for one week straight,
A beer I will decline.
Instead, I will indulge in
Manischewitz kosher wine.
If you have never tried it,
Well, your life is not complete,
But you’d sure surprise your taste buds
‘Cause it’s sickeningly sweet.
Since it’s part of my tradition,
It’s a habit I can’t break
And from childhood sips to current times,
I’ve stuck with Concord Grape.
Though I’m not at all religious,
I’m nostalgic for the past
And at Seders* long ago,
The Manischewitz die was cast.
Certain connoisseurs of culture
Call me out and say, “Enough!
Now it’s time to climb the ladder
And reject that sweetened stuff.”
But a creature (me!) of habit
Thinks that Manischewitz wine,
Like the macaroons and matzoh,
Fits the holiday just fine.
*Passover meal
Categories:
macaroons, holiday, wine,
Form:
Rhyme
I sail on an ocean of custard and jam,
Aboard a ship made of biscuits and bread.
I am the sweet toothed pirate I am,
And clearly not right in the head.
Nebulous streams clouding my brain,
Give me some peculiar thoughts,
I wear a vest made of liquorice sticks,
And a pair of marzipan shorts.
With my motley crew of gingerbread men,
Who are armed to the teeth with balloons,
We go round the world, kidnapping cakes,
While we gorge on sweet macaroons.
Categories:
macaroons, humorous, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
There's a variety of cookies to be had at the local grocery mart.
Famous Amos, Keeblers, Chips Ahoy and others to fill your cart.
All daintily wrapped and scrumptious I will readily concede,
But there ain't nothin' like homemades for my belly's need!
Ah! The delightful aromas waftin' from the kitchen,
Make my tummy growl and gets my taste buds itchin'!
I'm unceremoniously invited from the kitchen while they cool.
I'm restrained from snatchin' some - I can only drool!
I'm aware that makin' homemades will create a heap o' clutter,
But what care I - just so my spouse is liberal with the peanut butter!
You can't go wrong usin' grandma's recipes to make a batch,
Of macaroons, brownies or snickerdoodles from scratch!
There's all kinds of munchies such as popcorn and tater chips,
Macadamia and pistachio nuts and Fritos with fancy dips,
But I prefer cookies for a snack and eat 'em by the fistful.
If I don't get my daily cookie fix I become somewhat wistful!
I reckon I inherited my cookie fetish from my dear old Pa.
His moniker was "Cookie Bill"! He always had a cookie in his paw!
Please etch upon my stone when this earthly plane I flee:
"Keep that cookie jar full of cookies was his fervent plea!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
macaroons, food, funny
Form:
Rhyme
From The Lost Book of Tuberlantis
(Translated from the Spudscrit by The Potato of Terror)
Retrieved Passage 1:
Prologue
Many leagues beneath the sea
where the flat-winged sloth skate flies
lie the million fossil eyes
of Tuberlantis: drowned city.
There tuber groovers, bright and bold
who once cross-dressed for star-crossed love
lie prone while freight ships pass above
they sleep in silt, like buried gold.
For all the laughter and the beers,
the long-lost camp, the gaiety
for buried lives of mystery
we weep for them, and droop our ears.
And Oh! The laugh like cackling loons
And Ah! The whip that downward swings
upon the tuber's broken wings
and scattered crumbs of macaroons.
Here lie the pages of a sage
who fought against becoming mad
who wrote the only thoughts he had
through fizzing fits and gnashing rage.
Retrieved Passage 2:
The Book of Days
They said to him it was unwise
it could not be pushed in that way
he nodded back, rolling his eyes
and went and pushed it anyway
The tubers all were sore dismayed
at such repentless recklessness
with such a coarse tool as a spade
by a King Edward in a dress
They hauled him to a prison cell
they made him eat cold plates of tripe
and pick oakum, in that dark hell
where budding criminals turn ripe
and so he wrote a Book of Days
to chronicle his suffering
with stolen ink and icing glaze
amid great huffs and muttering
he wrote it all on bedding sheets
and anything that came to hand
he hid it in his trouser pleats
hoping the world would understand
an erring artist's vanity
and descent into wicked ways
the slow collapse of sanity
that gave birth to The Book of Days.
Categories:
macaroons, crazy, gothic, humorous,
Form:
Ballad
Mixer parts from Ebay
Modified~ no, used~yes
Macaroons made quickly
Majestic beauties browned
Magnificent flavors
My! though; the costs exceeds
My everything this month
New form I've tried called Pleiades
This is not an entry to the contest..
My mother gave me her old Dormeyer Mixer years ago
when she broke the bowl that went to it and daddy got
her a new mixer..It still works after about 50 years of use
I am now trying to find a bowl that will replace the old
one that will really work..
Categories:
macaroons, mother,
Form:
Verse
SUNG TO THE TUNE OF “MY FAVORITE THINGS”
As Found in the “Sound of music”
Lyrics by JTC
I like confections, that feed all my craving
Macaroons covered with coconut shavings
Sugar plum cookies so big, you should share
Theses are the things that I like to prepare
Raspberry jelly, fills my cookie centers
The icing on top, I learned from my mentors
Sprinkling Jimmies fly free through the air
Theses are the things that I like to prepare
Marzipan made from pumpkin and spices
Covered in chocolate, serves all my vices
Lemon drop candies are made with such care
These are the things that are fun to prepare
But when the night comes, and the moons out
And I’m feeling dead
I simply remember, that I like fresh brains
And turn to eat them, instead
Eyeballs and ears with curdled blood icing
I hand the brains to others for slicing
Mincing the meat, to make pies with a flare
These are a few of the things I prepare
My special treat, are raw ladies’ fingers
As soon as they’re served, they seldom do linger
When pickling livers, the others just stare
But these are the things that I like to prepare
I boil skulls till they’re soft and chewy
Cook down the blood till it’s thick and gooey
Resisting these snacks, Is the thing I can't bare
Cause these are the things that I like to prepare
But when the day comes and the suns out
And I’m filled with life
I simply return to the living again
And cook up some sweets........ till night
Categories:
macaroons, halloween, humorous, song,
Form:
Lyric
With springtime now upon us,
If your town has lots of Jews,
The supermarket has some foods
You might have need to use.
For Passover’s approaching
And the holiday demands
No bread nor pasta be consumed;
Thus, stores have made their plans.
A special section’s filled with
All the substitutes we need
To serve at Seder time, just like
The ancient texts decreed.
There’s matzoh meal, gefilte fish
And macaroons and cakes
And all of the ingredients
For anyone who bakes.
This Passover array depends
On neighborhood and store,
So often pickings might be slim
While other shops have more.
For Jewish folk with markets
With no matzoh, I’d behoove
You to tell the owners how you feel
Or do what I’d do - move!
Categories:
macaroons, holiday, jewish,
Form:
Rhyme
Missy Sue makes malted milk shakes
and she savors marmalade,
macaroons and snickerdoodles
and sweet souffles she has made.
Sue is messy slicing melons,
strawberries and mangoes too.
Sue munches seeds and celery sticks.
She mixes meats, making stew.
Milk chocolate -mouth-watering,
sweet and marvelously mild -
satisfies Missy Sue
mainly if it is Swiss styled!
Categories:
macaroons, girl,
Form:
Alliteration
*Image of Hourglass by Pixabay.
AUDIO: Tip; Right-click on volume then click on Loop of the drop-down menu for continuous play.
Flipped Hourglass
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tempestuous pilgrimage outstretched phase,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
O'er perpetual movements like scarred toons,
Lunar ... solar, yond the masque, nowadays,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Small sand on big sand, tea time, macaroons,
Some glass menagerie extreme breadthways,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
Fitting bits of earth, pour drain, honeymoons,
Time swings on, crystals encased pair relays,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Scheherazade misses a night, whole moon's,
Bear flight you hefty load, back in someways,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
A wonderment, gadget, like boom-box tunes,
Shifts drift collared in this time capsule gaze,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's.
2022 January 28
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 28
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 February 13
Categories:
macaroons, time,
Form:
Villanelle
In the tapestry of life, needles and threads of gold,
With each sewing motion, a dream takes hold.
Brave and bold,
Each stitch is controlled.
The dawn brings a sweet dew,
As the mist plays peekaboo.
A new day to weave our dreams,
Sipping tea at the café with the Queen.
Delicacies of macaroons and perfect bites,
Beckoning you under the soft, bright lights.
An array of desserts, a sweet tooth’s delight,
So many choices to entice.
The stitch of kindness takes hold,
Building a world of wonder, I am told.
Old worn hands and fingers,
Weaving a bonnet, the touch lingers,
Caressing the stitches as they unfold,
Creating beauty in threads of gold.
Hands intertwined as we say grace,
The tapestry of life is as fragile as lace.
From the day of our birth,
Our breath takes hold on this earth.
For every heartbeat, a dream takes hold,
Whimsical baby steps, one stitch at a time,
Create a magical world of lullabies and rhymes.
Where unicorns and mermaids lull little princesses to sleep,
Little boys chasing each other up the street,
Hero capes used as bed covers,
For sleepy children at sleepovers.
Legos scattered everywhere,
As we tiptoe up the stairs.
A stitch of promise as we take the leap.
Into a deep sleep.
To a world of magic, where fairies and elves
Are stitched in the fabrics of ourselves.
Categories:
macaroons, beauty, childhood, happiness, innocence,
Form:
Rhyme
I sail on an ocean of custard and jam
Aboard a ship made of biscuits and bread,
I am the sweet toothed pirate I am,
And clearly not right in the head.
Nebulous streams clouding my brain
Give me some peculiar thoughts,
I wear a vest made of liquorice sticks,
And a pair of marzipan shorts.
With my motley crew of gingerbread men
Who are armed to the teeth with balloons,
We go round the world kidnapping cakes,
While we gorge on sweet macaroons.
Entry for
YOUR CHOICE LIGHT VERSE ,
Any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
26/6/2019
Categories:
macaroons, fun, humorous, silly,
Form:
Light Verse