Best Schnitzel Poems

Mr Wiener brags proficiency 
As he twitters his constituency.  
But badly, the hackage 
of a bulky package 
in his pants shows a deficiency. ...

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Sir Dachsund dared
  sniff sorority shoes

The first ever-recorded
  hound-dog blues...

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I’m from small town homes and rose bushes overgrown, with
Close-but-not-too-close-close-knit-crazies.
Where my best friend lives down the block and I make late night trips to her...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints...

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My somewhat outsize ears and longish neck 
(I swear exist, which contrary to popular myth 
never seen by living persons) support this egg shaped 
(fried...

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just had a sandwich
with sausage and peppercorn
mustard and was reborn

potato salad
german and wrote a ballad
often sang and sang

great wiener schnitzel
ate it up until was full
then...

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Picture of a Weasel

While he worked on an easel
Painted picture of a weasel
Some schnitzel sounds good
Have some wish I could
Maybe sneeze I now will....

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Valentine's Day is more special when you
Take your sweet out to eat at a romantic venue.
Add appeal to the meal,
And show him/her how you feel,
With...

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The days of 
wine and rose's 
enchanted pose's 
I think of you 
nothing added 
nothing taken away 

my thoughts follow you 
wandering about 
what's left...

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Poached, steamed, broiled, boiled, 
dried, fried  in soups and saucers, 
piled high,  their eyes bright, silver bodies shimmer in the harsh light of...

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A bright sunny azure blue sky above fills
Me with happiness and a leisurely drive into the Adelaide Hills
The Hahndorf Main Street full of shops 
With...

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I wrote a poem years ago.
The content alludes me and its theme.

I recall It was written in Innsbruck Austria.
I was writing it while I ordered...

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The End of Poetry  
I refuse, refuse to write anymore my head
 is a winter turnip you can slice fry and pretend
it is schnitzel...

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Ruben, The Teaser 
I knew it was her when she entered the cafe 
had seen her before in a fake painting behind 
a bar in...

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Eva Braun was a flexible kid,
Athletic, and puppy love loyal.
She played in the background, kept pampered and fed.
Frau Goebbels instructed her morals.

Eva Braun war ein...

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