Best Oxtail Poems
Ode To Poetry and SoupPoetry with soup, is like a nice bowl of Alphabet soup
spelled out to your liken.
Poetry with soup, is like a bowl of Turkey soup very hardy and very chunky.
POETRY spelled liked: Palm nut, Onion, Ezogelin, Tomato bisque, Ramen, Yam; delightful.
SOUP spelled liked: Split pea,...
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Categories:
oxtail, appreciation, care, cheer up,
Form:
Ode
My Diet-
Beef and Onion with Oxtail soup Brie Cheese as a base
Eat celery on sour cream and choux pastry as a chase
Pork and beans with coffee apple tart on cinnomon spice
custard with sweet sugar drizzle as beautiful as nice
Strawberry shortcake and mandarin on oval tray...
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Categories:
oxtail, food
Form:
LateLate
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Late ..
Our aniversary date
Sorry you had to wait.
Don't be long lip.
The mat is Persian
Scarlet napkin folded
On your lap
The seats are velvet
The glasses crystal
Just for you.
Around us flutes
Are whistling sweet.
The drummer man drums
Dum dum dish dish
The flute plays a soft
Choo choo choo
Cheeky choo
The pianoman tickles...
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Categories:
oxtail, absence, anniversary, baby, crazy,
Form:
ABC
Black MarketOxtail, beef ribs and 72 slice cheese
take it to Ajima
And double your money
Budweiser, Coors, and MGD,
Army says one case a day,
I used to get twenty.
In ‘95 beer was eleven bucks a case
You’d get $25
For stacking them in Ajima’s place,
But watch out for...
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Categories:
oxtail, light,
Form:
Rhyme
A Dash Of WorcesterA spider dropped into my soup
oxtail it was
with a dash of Worcester
he popped right up
and made for shore
not too hairy
nor too large
for a heart-beat
I could only stare
as he bobbed about
in my bowl of soup
released from my dismay
I reached in with my...
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Categories:
oxtail, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Mushroom TalesMushrooms push up their caps
in a cow meadow.
The bovine dung adds that umami taste,
it's the Glutamate, that relishes and beguiles.
The cows don't eat the button mushrooms,
but as they graze, they may scoop some
into their contently chewing mouths.
I think these thoughts in a steak restaurant,
while adding...
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Categories:
oxtail, poetry,
Form:
Free verse