Best Pastries Poems
The Fast Stranger At Barker's Cake and Pastries Shop- A Narrative Poem
One day at a cake shop,
I met a man selling cats,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some diplomats.
"Got any diplomats?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No diplomats here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely chips,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some onion thrips."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally impatient,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call abortifacient,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit fast.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty overcast.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the cake shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."
"Cats, diplomats, you shall find.
Chips, onion thrips, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Barker's Market.
So to Barker's Market I decided to go,
In search of the diplomats I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling cats,
Crisps in many shades.
There were even stalls selling bats
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather fast
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all overcast.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some diplomats!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some chips and cats.
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the diplomats she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
3/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Filled with the luscious guava
The puffed pastry dough
Indulge the taste buds craving
With the sweet flavor
And ambrosial smell
Filling the
Air
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a yorkshire curd tart
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custard &
cream!
A sweet fragrance pierced the air
As I hold on to this moment.
Awaking at last to lonesome bedsheets
As I hear movement from within the kitchen.
I arise to a foggy atmosphere
being probed by lucid sun beams
Flowing through mundane draped curtains
As the murky morning dew splashes against glass.
I arrive next to you
As heat slowly radiates against my exposed body.
Holding against you
As you create our nectarous breakfast.
Honeyed and milky,
Sugared and Ivory,
Glazed along the top,
And darkened upon the bottom
Due to being battered with flames.
Diverse types of jellies slurped and oozed
Out from tightly carved holes
As a coat of cream penetrated
The interior of the dough.
Flashes of the night before
Danced along memories as I watched
Cream filled and ready for more
As I groaned your name at dusk.
It has been years prior
Since I have seen a pastry
Drenched as I have been
No longer afraid of the unknown.
Willing to risk taste and passion
In order to receive what I most desire.
You flip the sweetened goods
The same as before.
Smacking the top
Of the lightly toasted tart
Caused liquids to flow down the side
Squirting out from its petite cavern.
I watched over your shoulder
While you work slowly,
Passionately.
Tender as the night was long.
As I stumble to the table
You place the delicacy on a plate, with ease.
You begin to feed me
Your cream filled pastries.
We (the missus and I) kvell for Katz TOASTER PASTRIES!
I prefer to craft a poem
for no rhyme nor reason
expressing heartfelt pleasure
to our highly refined palate
versus presenting tasty, yummy
and zesty nutritious snacks
exuberant feedback courtesy Tik Tok.
Aside from harkening from Semitic stock
me and the missus
relish those (Katz) gluten free pastries
they give us the oomph to rock
and similar to powder milk biscuits
give us strength to do what needs to be done.
Though no intention to mock
popular Pop-Tarts
(stylized as pop•tarts),
an American brand of toaster pastries
produced and distributed by Kellanova
(formerly Kellogg's) since 1964,
which consist of a sweet filling
sealed inside two layers of thin,
rectangular pastry crust.
In 2006, Mrs Katz decided
to transform the world
of gluten free snacking
for her celiac children.
Eighteen years later,
she retains firm stronghold
courtesy word of mouth watering
salivating (videlicet) Pavlovian
salutary, masterly, hardy,
deliciously crafted wholesome food
clinching dominant market share
analogous to stronghold ala deadbolt lock,
a recipe distributors attempt
to steal by hook or crook,
yet unable to break down fortified doors
after they loudly knock
on one occasion
holding the bakers on their break hostage
pointing culinary harmless
imitation edible Glock,
nevertheless drawing attention
of media camera crews that flock
for breaking shipping news
that harbor standoff
with quasi narco traffickers,
intent to rebrand and sell
Katz TOASTER PASTRIES
as mucked up poor quality dogs treats,
where special op forces
heavily guard the dock
maintaining vigilance around the clock,
to prevent goods held as contrabands
and subject pastry chefs to intense torture
forcing unsung heros
to stay awake 24/7 blindfolded,
so as not to see miscreants,
where ingredients of goodies
sniffed, sifted, and scrutinized
by sophisticated chemical analysis,
and thus I now conclude
contrived fictitious poetic scenario
to share such helpful feedback
in a little ditty composed ad hoc
can boost sales for your company.
by: matthew scott harris