Best Scrapple Poems

Pork, cornmeal, chicken broth, thyme
Salt, pepper, flour
Bake, freeze, cool, slice to slow cook  
Flour, season, fry
Toast, tea, and fried eggs
marmalade
Ah!...

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Mixed With Scrapple

Where should I try to start out and begin?
Pine trees are tall and always so thin
In balmy breeze will sway and sway
While children...

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I Do not want a window seat .
I do not want to freeze my feet..
I do not want a waiter cat .
I do not like...

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In my life thus far I have lived the following enhances of verbal helping experiences learned in 7th grade from Mrs. Aumond; Is am are...

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Bushels and bushels of apple upon apple,
Canned, frozen, or fresh just couldn't keep up the pace.
Fallen fruit amounted to ripe fermented scrapple,
The solution of course,...

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YO PHILLY

Statuate Billy Penn who stands on tall
And sits upon the antique City Hall
To view and  overlook the sky and trees
There is a small...

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(randomly drawn years gone by
without gifted with pipe dream pot of gold)

Paradise visage and eyes 
   a bulge with dollar signs
  ...

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Paradise visage and eyes a bulge with dollar signs
   whets imagination with PowerBall ticket bought
expect the usual outcome after next drawing to yield...

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Red on red, like a candy apple
Her red face looked tomato red
Blotchy as Philadelphia scrapple
Agony, anger, lots of dread
The face of a woman obsessed
With a...

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Found It Hard To Believe

Backs of others Trump liked to stroke
Sold us down river when we went broke
Went down an avenue to play in a...

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alternately titled: incorrigible lottery dreamer
big plans to relocate self and spouse
to some tropical island paradise
by the dashboard light
(the above line credited
to musician named Meatloaf)
upon arrival...

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index finger of left hand
     (likened to Michelangelo
meticulously chiseling away
     at marble block), this poe
whit attempts to...

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he spoke of hear the pig's heart
they sounded loudly thru the ribs 
his flesh was fresh and would
cause him to wish for silence
"the husk's of...

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Crash Simpson grasped the flaming sword
and held it up against the Ghost Rider
They would battle to the death
a vision that continued to grow even wider

But...

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Wasted verses ushers quirky pathetic oeuvre

HENCE....herewith, 
a post (traumatic) 
stressed disordered poetic whim 
to summarize fantasy
incorrigible lottery dreamer
paradise visage and eyes 
zapping, swatting, and battling...

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