Best Malted Poems

Stop being suggestive
With that choccy digestive
Just stick it in your gob
And pass me a hob nob...

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A treat that should be most exalted
Is a real vanilla malted.
Made with ice cream, milk and malt,
It’s oft forgotten, by default.

It must be mixed by...

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I am Andy; I love candy. I sell candy too.
Come and see the many candies that I have for you.

You can buy some chocolate in...

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Dimes drop, records begin to drop
Rhythm to stroll,  jivin’ to hip hop
Slow to jitterbug,  boogaloo  to rock
Twistin’ Chubby and rock around the...

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Life is oh so Short
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A malted made without the malt
You may think a mistake,
But take a sip - it still tastes great
Though now it's called a shake.

A real one,...

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Memories of days gone by,

sitting at the old lunch counter

chowing down a patty melt

and a chocolate malted

with fries that were so fresh

and hot.  Shopping...

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standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave 

it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place...

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In light of good memory of how things were, a woman stands unguarded. 
Pleasantries, talents, and secretive skills.
 I offered to you a drink, allowing...

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Lord I'm trying to design lines to give sight to the blind
that Chuk D fight the power 1989

that Brand Nubian/BDP scriptures
trying to tell them slow...

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fire engine scarlet red 
is the color of the fire fighting Amaranth dead 
who hide there sinful Liability
as they wave at me 
from beyond my...

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Tips slide on smeared plastic
A decision is mulled 
With a mantra of “Ah”
A muscle curls on lips

A ritual is completed
A summoning has been made
A Wizard...

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Hate encounters love at one point shaping a men's mind midway in time that changes the flow . Hate looked , whispered clashing reminders of...

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If its Hennessy that sets me free then let it be
If this ecstasy belongs to me 
Then I smoke tree
Choke me in coke 
Drown me...

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Anima balances Animus
In a dance of fathomless rhythm
The hangover reaches the consciousness
The cherry tree goes on blossoming spree beside the sea
I find myself delving deep...

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