Best Menus Poems

Midst exciting functional cooking session
provoking strong eating urges’ passion
my appetite strides for flavorful progression
brave to defy menus’ farting repercussion.

There’s sizzling pride in hot arrogance, deeply fried
buttered selfishness floats atop oil, dairy-fied
turmeric-colored hypocrisy becomes chillified
all oozing with toxic apathy, nonchalantly garlickied.

Then, smoothie doubt shimmers along unbelief’s...

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Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.

Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with  Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.

Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.

Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly...

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“menus”


when the phone
option becomes

English or
Spanish

i’ll
never

admit
that

i’m
Irish...

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