Best Rotisserie Poems

Eaten By The World

I tried to eat the world
but it caused me stomach pains
The bones of the lost 
are all that remains
It was flavored with deceit
with a coating of sweet honey
The rotisserie went round and round
it was powered by big money

I drank from the rivers
as...

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Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."

Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and Chris-- approaching by twos.
They opened the door--and who do you...

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He lied about his industry
and cut me to the heart

She tried to be a mystery
please, I'm way too smart

He had a way with levity
I always had a smile

She made a mean rotisserie
And that I won't deny

He swore that she was history
Oh! was that quite the...

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"Dandylion" 

The guy was a 
Dandylion 
there was 
no denying it

full of promises
and making wishes
residing over 
this new world

poetically 
speaking, he
shone like 
the Sun

he sat on his throne
for all to see
the mane man
roaring non-garrulous

declaring 
to all 
his name,
Aslan

and this dream
for the life of me,
like on...

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"The Pages"

Missing all those years
like a page you could turn, 
a book you could throw casually aside, 
to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries;
at some point you turned around, 
and remembered, what you long forgot;
so here you are now, daughter,
walking through the overgrown fields...

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lord of the outdoors
ruler of the castle
king of the barbecue
wielding fork and spatula
like a maestro
snow rain or shine
surf and turf
burgers or hotdogs
rotisserie chicken
exotic kebobs
grilled colorful veggies
nontraditional desserts
take a bow
you’re a pro



submitted on June 26, 2018 for contest SUMMER COOKING sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES...

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Once a year we gather but this year will be quite different,
for fifty year’s my family has dinner at my grandparent’s home-
But last March my grandpa died and it just won’t be the same,
my poor grandma was left without her soulmate, lost and alone. 

An...

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I tried to eat the world
But it caused me stomach pains
The bones of the lost are all that remains
It was flavored with deceit
With a coating of honey
The rotisserie went round and round
It was powered by money

I drank from the rivers
As they began to flood
Fish no...

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Food 4 less, food co. Illinois 


“Hello mayo”, yelled the yogurt, "it is yuletide!"
“Do you need organic greens and cheese by your side?”
Mayo replied“I will rather cruise with ketchup and… vanilla,”
yogurt asked… “ is vinaigrettes and veggie still in this villa?”
...Rotisserie chicken realized it was...

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What came first, the chicken or the egg?
 The answer is still relatively unknown.
 Which tastes better, the egg or the chicken?
 It depends on the person, so really, who knows?
 Little baby chickens taken from mother hens
 Still wrapped in their little hardened cocoons,
...

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Pan: Betel. Or quintessentially creole, made anew, pan-American music
Aloo: also Native American, the staff of life, versatile with curry
Naan: often translated roti, chapati, dhaalpuri, but not rotisserie
Dholak: the drums that doubled (not Doubles) as tassa, for Hosay
I : I, too, know bitter sugar, the syrupy...

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I visit the bug zapper on Tuesday
much to the radiology teams delight

I named it thus before meeting it formally
my comedic self puts up this type of dust

If you make fun of it enough
it can't cause you pain
it only gets three passes in each refrain 

Less than...

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Anti-social at its finest
I'm Johnny Unitas
Nobody’s highness
I hate drugs
I hate when people rely on highness
Yes weed heads turn into junkies
My crush when I was 16 is now a flunky
Lord please lay your grace on Paul and Chunky
Chopin chickens
Using Noonie's kitchen
No the chicken isn't baked, fried,...

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nature's way of saying
I love what you do with your tongue
mom used to lick her hanky 
to clean my face I want to kill her
aided by my only allies
the hobo armies of doom
resulted in a sweet tooth with no answers
for the impenetrable slits of her...

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What kind of gobbledegulp, 
holiday mess,
are you stuffing down your jaw giblets — 
one day early ...
you human turkey

Cubicle farm-raised patsy policies
is what your top executive, tinfoil hat fool handlers
are serving you 
lower oven rack pooping ninnies

Conspiracy stew — 
Genetically modified organism mush squalls 
are...

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