Best Prawn Poems
There once was a guy whose name was Lance
And all this man loved to do was dance,
If you beat on a drum
Or just twiddle your thumb,
Lance would jump up and he'd start to prance.
He danced from morning into the night
He'd leap in air like a bird in flight,
He never got tired
And always was fired,,
Until one day when he lost his sight.
Have you ever seen a blind man dance?
Well it was a sight, that cane and Lance,
He didn't want pity
Though it wasn't pretty,
When he toppled loosing his balance.
He'd jump right up and continue on
And nothing could stop this dancing prawn,
He taught us a lesson
That there is no reason,
To end what you love before you're gone.
Categories:
prawn, funny, happiness,
Form:
Limerick
8/27/18
"Big"
You're a puppy, I'm a big dog
You're a guppy, I'm a big cod
You're a tadpole, I'm a big frog,
You're a piglet, I'm a big hog
You're a shrimp, I'm a big prawn
You're a baby, I am King Kong
You got a twig, I got a big rod
You're a dud, I'm a big bomb
You're in a puddle, I'm in a big pond
You're weak, I'm big and strong
You're a pawn, talking to your king wrong
You're too unsteady, I'm ready for anything this life brings on
You're still unemployed, I'm working at a big job
You're smoking out a little pipe, I'm using big bongs
You're giving up, I continue to dig on
I'm the truth, you're a big fraud
I'm as real as it gets, you hide behind a big facade
I got not a single piece of bling on
I'm part Klingon
You like it diluted, I like my drinks strong
No time to go back and forth like ping pong
You have no idea about what we on
So you best begone
And take off in your Dodge Neon
She asked if I listened to Big Sean
I said barely, soon followed a big yawn
She said, you're not like all these ding dongs
She just really wanted to see if I had big dong
Then said it's big, oh my god!
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
prawn, fun, perspective, poetry, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
I stood before the mirror, one last check,
a quick inspection, then head off to town,
silver kipper tie around the neck,
shirt of green, sports jacket of light brown.
Platform shoes on, I boogie down the street,
a first date to look forward to that night,
flared pants flapped in the breeze around my feet,
and my jacket lapels both jinked like kites.
I patted my breast pocket to make sure
my cheque book was inside there, just in case
the night I had in mind costed more
and ended up leaving me sat red faced.
She met me outside Ramsdens, half past eight,
I kissed her cheek and said how good she looked,
went in the bar, got drinks for the short wait,
eight forty-five I had our table booked.
Melon boat for a starter, prawn cocktail,
then chicken in a basket with some fries,
two ice cream sundaes, wafers stood like sails,
we ate and gazed into each other's eyes.
Once the Mateus Rose wine was downed
the waiter swiftly took our plates away,
I paid the bill, got change from twenty pounds,
the chequebook lived to fight another day.
I saw her on the bus, a brief embrace,
a kiss, for one second did our lips meld,
she smiled goodbye, I tried to read her face,
her eyes gave no clue what the future held.
Though forty years have passed since that one date,
my mind still recalls every detail now,
I was told she'd someone else by my best mate,
I pause and still remember her.
The cow.
22nd February 2018
For contest 'where were you in the 70's ', sponsor Line Gauthier.
Categories:
prawn, first love,
Form:
Couplet
Mulga Mick
The ice was thick round Mulga Mick,
His thoughts were in disorder,
Shiela had gone off with another chick,
Got the “Raw Prawn” bloody sort of,
His car had died when a Roo he tried,
To eat the old cars number plate,
Death slapped down, upon the Roo applied,
Destroyed the water radiator,
So staggering through the ice an snow,
Was poor ole Mulga Mick,
He wore the Roo hide, wrapped you know,
Pocket knife had skinned it quick.
Roo tail soup for Mulga Mick,
Before he walked away,
He staggered back to the township,
Catch a new lady is the only way.
Don Johnson
John, when your girl runs off with another girl,
you feel like you've been given a raw prawn. aussie slang ...
Tony, like mcguyver you have to use what's available to survive....
Categories:
prawn, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
The day is conceived,
tossed bedsheets birth landscapes.
Apelike, a grin gawps.
In the backroom of a slow thought
I dress for breakfast -
recall the tropics,
sticky rice, coconut milk and
one huge river prawn,
all wrapped in a banana leaf.
Slipshod I slip away from that world
adjusting my internal optics.
A blueberry muffin with honey
on a checkered tablecloth,
lashings of watery sunshine.
That was yesterday or last year.
time can be as allusive
as a bottomless eggcup.
This absolute and irrevocable morning,
my gut burns from cheap Canadian whisky.
A mirror implanted into a watching mind
reflects only my belly flop
as I leg crawl into pants.
Less feral creatures than we castaway suburbanites,
gather to forage as the sky climbs
over the hedgerow.
I had a strange dream,
It could have been last night
or a faraway fear
returning from a place no-where near.
Maybe it was only a shadowland
cast upon a cranial wall,
a peeling mural
upon which sermons and bibles
were hung like bats
from dead apple trees.
The kitchen counter
has a note on it:
“Gone to church, there’s
bread in the toaster
we have run out of butter – love you.”
There is an over-ripe banana
by the coffeemaker.
I eat it.
Categories:
prawn, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
(Transit Lounge, Dubai International Airport, circa 2007)
He answered
that he was from far Kazakhstan,
“Exotic place,” he added,
which I know but could not pinpoint
on my mental map.
She smiled
and said, “I am from India somewhere
farther to the northeast bordering China.”
“Hence her fairer skin,” I thought.
And she piped in,
“From Ethiopia,” and I could not
but think of just how much she paid
to have her curly hair straightened.
From the counter
of their air-conditioned, compact
caravanserai, they all chorused
the suggestion that I opt
for king prawn salad
which, indeed, was so delicious
to the hungry eyes but just so rich
for my already travel-thinned billfold.
Thus I settled
for some salmon sandwich
and a bowl of curly noodles
that the Chinese had perfected
long ago in those steaming kitchens
of their fabled silk road inns.
“Fragrant tea
from out the hot and humid hills
of southern India,” the Ethiopian
said with flourish, bringing me
my mug to wash away
the fishy taste still lingering
along the silk roads
of my taste buds, as I vainly tried
to pinpoint far Kazakhstan
on my travel-weary mental map
while waiting, sleepy, for the call
to put me, once more,
on my way.
Categories:
prawn, travel,
Form:
Blank verse
Since the bloody Battle of Hastings
When 'Arold got killed by French Bill
We've seen an endless invasion of French
And I've just about had my fill
Don't we have enough words of our own
In this wonderful language of ours?
- To seek and find le mot juste
Dunt take much linguistic power
It seems using French has been with us forever
Passed down as a fait accompli
Have we ever really tried to change that?
Or have we always said "C'est la vie"?
But, to think that some long-dead bon vivant
With a certain je ne sais quoi
Used his chic tour de force to put words in our mouths
To me, it's a shameful faux-pas
So, I think we need a tête-à-tête
To form a clique, to mount a coup
Working together, en masse, as a team
We'll swap "Bonsoir" for "How Do"
Then (haute couture) won't be setting the trend
We'll watch racing, not the Grand Prix
No more art nouveau, or cordon bleu
And say "Enjoy your meal", not "Bon appétit"
I never have the soup du jour
Prefer prawn cocktail to poncy pâté
And I'll sit in a coffee house or caff
But never go in a café
Some say I should let it go and relax
Say choice of words is all laissez-faire
But can I stay calm on this bête noire of mine?
No, mes amis ~ au-contraire!
At British Wimbledon let's use "40-all"
Instead of being at deuce
And what's wrong with nil instead of love
Or am I being obtuse?
I know that we'll get nowhere
I sense there's no going back
That it's like being stuck behind burning sheep
Trapped in a cul-de-sac
But I suppose that it is nice to share
Good ideas and a word or two
Like Liberté and Égalité
And that feeling of déjà vu
And with le weekend, le booking, le check-in, le spam
And countless more, I say with a grin
That when we look at our counter-invasion
Even the French agree that we win!
Categories:
prawn, french, language,
Form:
Rhyme
By Robert (Bob) Moore (©2015)
The gun shearer has gone now, like many other things
the shearing sheds are empty, and wools no longer king
gone now like the drover, and the brumbie on the plains
but we still have the scorched brown earth, and droughts and soaking rains
The aussie language has almost gone , the things we used to say
fair dinkum sport, and ridgie didge, and hello was “G’day”
no “its your shout” “snakes in your pocket” “he’s a bonza bloke”
“Bloody oath” and “Dinky Di” and “can’t you take a joke”
no footy shorts and tshirt, an Akubra hat was neat
now its baseball caps and hoodies, and Nikies on your feet
you don’t drive a Holden car, you drive a Nissan tank
the aussie way of life is gone, you can take that to the bank
once you could walk along the street, anytime without a care
bread and milk delivered to your door, the money you’d leave there
upon the step, with empty bottles, people just walked bye
no way that you could not do that now, and you wouldn’t even try
no bangers on the barbie, with a great big piece of steak
Hoges even calls a prawn a shrimp, the Americans to placate
used to say “a barbie out the back”, but now its “al fresco”
with emu, ostrich, and crocodile, and some you may not want to know
now everything is different, but did it all go wrong
can we say that it’s just progress, and we are where we belong
multicultural, many Nations, trying to live as one
no manufacturing anymore, all of that has gone
Is it still a Western Culture here, an Anglo-celtic race
or has it changed, to something else, at a slow, unnoticed pace
there’s Catholics, Buddhists. Muslims, there’s Anglicans and Jews
in every tier of government, and controlling all the news.
So we only know what we are told, and pretend that we don’t see
what’s happening to this Country, ‘cause that’s just not PC
so soon the Lucky Country, may not be lucky anymore
and we’ll find the life which we once knew, has walked right out the door
Categories:
prawn, identity, memory, people, western,
Form:
Rhyme
I've got a dish of killifish
I wish to eat that silly fish
Baked, or fried in peanut oil
Roasted, dried, or let to boil.
Make me a star-gazy pie
Take me to the Catfish Fry
Lead me to the China Sea
Feed me hermit crabs and brie.
Help me out with rainbow trout
Salt and thyme and wedge of lime
Filet of sole, or snapper red,
Served up whole, or just the head.
Meals of eels caught on reels
You're the star with caviar
Butter clams served with yams
Can't say no to salmon roe.
Tuna eyes baked in pies
Oh so daring pickled herring
In the lurch for snails and perch
Ring the bells for cockle shells.
Canned sardines on toast with greens
Sturgeon, sprat, and stuff like that
Grouper, pike, that's what I like
Smelt and bream that make me dream.
Cajun shrimp for my new pimp
Lutefisk and lobster bisque
Flying squid and yellowfin
Silver carp and capelin.
Give to me a plate of oyster
Eat them raw, that way they're moister
Tilapia and tiger prawn
Eat them 'til my hunger's gone.
Hake or krill would be a thrill
Bass and shad will make me glad
Tasty crappie makes happy
Give a nod to Greenland cod
Oo! I'd like a northern pike
Barramundi served on Sunday
Grouper, alligator gar,
Halibut or no cigar.
Amberjack atop hardtack
Pan-fried kipper for the skipper
Mackerel, tasty as hell,
Lox and mullet down the gullet.
Kokanee or marlin blue
Arowana, bowfin too
Bring to me your soups and stews
Sing for me the dogfish blues.
Categories:
prawn, animal, fish, fishing, food,
Form:
Rhyme
The ten fat mice
ate loads of rice,
with lots of spice
but then needed water with ice!
There was a snail
who lived in a green pail.
One day he got pricked by a nail
and that was the end of his tail!
Did you hear of the beautiful rat
Who sat boldly beside the cat.
Had a nice long chat
But then suddenly had her flat!
There was a silly old pig
who ate plant, tree and twig.
She loved to wear a jazzy wig
And for bones she would dig.
The lazy golden duck
Got stuck in the muck
But the kind goose turned his luck
And helped him out of it, unstuck!
The funny little red bug
Drank beer from the jug
And danced all over the mug,
Ended up giving his mom, a huge hug!
The smart silver seal
Didn't ever miss a meal
Of oranges and banana peel
And loved to balance on the wheel!
The two friends, dog and frog,
Would often go for a jog,
Chat and relax on the log,
Until they were chased by a stinky hog!
The beautiful little black fish
Would often twirl and swish.
To be a mermaid was her wish,
Alas she ended up as food in the man's dish.
The determined fawn
Worked from dusk to dawn.
Sat to sing to her friend the prawn,
Now she's sleepy and gives a big yawn!
The wonderful quail
Always delivered the mail
Be it snow or hail
As good as our email!
The white snake
Ate a white cake
Full of snow flake
and slept on the white rake!
You must know the stupid ant
Who climbed the dangerous plant.
Sat there in a prayer and chant,
Frightened she wet her long pant!
The super silly cock
Sat on the dock
To sing to the geese flock,
but ended up being a laughing stock!
There was a goat
who had a bloat
by eating the fox on the boat
But then she couldn't float!
The wolf pack
Had a sack
Full of ducks that quack.
Not for long, when came the panther black!
The sharp and clever spider
Drank all of his cider
Before he climbed into his glider
To become the fastest rider!
There was this sloth
That loved the brown moth.
They took a vow and oath
Got married they both!!
The drunk swine
Had tons of wine
But then fell on the porcupine
To prick and break his spine!
The black and white sheep
took a long leap
Over Mars in a jeep
But on the way they fell asleep!
Categories:
prawn, funny, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
pancakes barbara with cream
a buckwheat galette
haddock,prawn savoury wraps
brandy crepe suzettes
dribbled with treacle
Flip,flip Hoo
Ray!
Categories:
prawn, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
I own the whole eatery.
I drove miles to be here.
The aroma and warmth,
Makes me drool to eat here.
I can never resist the prawn soup!
The spices and hotness
I get indulged in
The sour taste
It is just perfectly cooked
We need food and water,
But certainly the prawn soup provides food for the flavours of life.
Categories:
prawn, drink, food,
Form:
Narrative
Have you ever tried balancing sideways on a silver spoon holding nine goldfish? Thought not. I suppose it could be considered quite a dangerous act. Largely overlooked are the ants in a ceiling beam. But waving can be felt. The pitter patter parties often jeopardize even the smallest dinners and certainly divide puddings. Oblong objectives of large octagonal cats. Foetuses' in many lines. Domes don't dance so never form a bridge made from tails, ears, or claws. Erotically erupted whilst a storm whipped past. Oooh wow custard jam. How lovely. How divine. How Qureshi queued. Whilst delivering the daily read in the wild the rhino pauses for a slight rest. It os always very wise to take a small nap. A smile from a passing leaf is a thumbs up sign. But stems can hold fortresses of the underworld so take care when treading in a five centimetre field. Many dots. Ring ring ring. Undulating flight of a dodo. And just how many blessings does it take to form a yacht. So tactical. Hmm. Well time to sit with the bees. Lovely. See how the stripes change the iron tainted air. Hahahaha. And now the goblin army is rising. Good. Dare not to alter the tide in a field. Safety can arrive in numbers out swaying the wheeled monsters with pipes of pain and men in domed hats. Silly nonsensical wisdom less personnal. Wave goodbye to them. Then take two trees and perform a ballet with the leaves and branches. How pretty. And tell the suited slug gently to go and sit on a cactus plant. Quite safe. Pointed planted placed plated. Xxxx reasonable rationalism. *** carnivorous cakes. Xx 1 2 3 4 clap clap clap clap then its time for items to go to bed *** nationalism *** prawn salad with no particular order xxxx rapidisation ***
Categories:
prawn, animal, anti bullying,
Form:
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/beneath-the-sea
Through the journey, life arrives
Underwater – start their lives
Stable neither hot nor cold
Soft tiny eggs there to behold
Of such a time, lay vulnerable
For many eggs is tactical
Protection of the animal
Camouflaged with gravel
Frogs and toad, amphibian class
Eggs that float in jelly mass
From tadpole to a metamorph
The stages of which to transform
The brooding pouch of the seahorse
Protection from an outside force
Hatch of species, tiny fry
Plankton their to multiply
Yolk sac feed, young fish growing
Strengthened muscles for swimming
Insect eggs and prawn relish
Hunting groups for bigger fish
Gliding through in forward motion
Darker depths of the ocean
Water wonders plentiful
Such vertebrates are wonderful
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
prawn, animal, children,
Form:
Free verse
Our Valentine’s Day
We are tied in a bond of fantastic friendship.
We celebrated Valentine’s day, Two Thousand Sixteen.
We love each other and honor our fellowship.
We are chained together in close kinship.
We are seniors, no running in sweet sixteen.
We are tied in a bond of fantastic friendship.
We loiter, we chatter, we laugh, we gossip.
We care, we share, we talk, we listen.
We love each other and honor our fellowship.
On Valentine’s Day we opened Champagne, took long sip
We each cheered for our individual Valentine.
We are tied in a bond of fantastic friendship.
We went on cruise boarding a gorgeous ship.
We tasted grilled prawn, ham in cozy canteen.
We love each other and honor our fellowship.
We were glad to watch a young couple on courtship.
We bought heart shaped balloons red and green.
We are tied in a bond of fantastic friendship.
We love each other and honor our fellowship.
03/08/16
Your Valentine's Day 2016 contest
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
prawn, valentines day,
Form:
Villanelle