Best Seafood Poems
Social Media is raving about my seafood haven.
Any ocean gift you wish is on my menu list.
It is known for chocolate bliss in any form that exists.
I should not dismiss other desserts that are hits.
Casual, tables are papered well for messy shells.
My wait staff excels in manners and menu intel.
I love that guests linger, even ignore phone ringers!
Causes could be shell-spiced fingers or the singer.
Yes, a nightly classic rock band known as “Remand.”
Built on the boardwalk, lights twinkle from the dock.
Floor space grants all my dining guests the chance
To party down, get lost in dance or pursue romance.
All seafood, chocolate, romance and dancing you want
Await your bidding in my oceanfront restaurant.
My relaxed establishment, named ‘Ocean Pleasure’,
Welcomes all to come soon and enjoy its full measure.
Chef 's Winter dishes are simply delicious, not too much oil or cream.
Rich or plain, taste tested to perfection, tiny portions sometimes steamed
He starts the day with freshly squeezed orange juice,coffee and toast.
And embarks on a fitness journey along the seaside in Adelaide.
Today he is going to create a seafood bisque inspired by his walk.
This morning whilst walking along the beach he noticed the outgoing
Tide and outlet left a long groove with definite honeycombe indentations
snaking parallel to the shore for a distance near a giant swirly starfish.
From an aerial perspective it looked like a Christo dragon , hardened ripples
representing the scales and the sometimes swirling patterns here and there
where the giant Sea-dragon moved, slithered or shifted about in the sand .
The Sea-Dragon must have laid there for some time before he disappeared
as his scales were deeply impressed and clearly embossed in the firm sand.
A clear body of water flowed in the center of this outlet echoing the scales
shimmering and gleaming with sunlight smoothly on the groove's surface.
Upon seeing this ,Chef etched it in his memory and began to mentally gather
ingredients for his creation.How could he give his bisque the dragon flavour?
Grilling the whiting, prawns and scallops with butter laced with honey , chilli,
cardamon + crushed nuts , garlic, a dash of brandy.......
then adding chicken stock , lime , thyme ,cracked pepper , rock sea salt and
finally pureeing the lot with a splash of coconut milk.
Baby red potatoes peeled
Fresh corn from the field
With pink shallots in the pot
Sausages add zing
Then the shrimps go in
Seasoning
Yum
14/07/2011
For Sara’s “Country Boil” contest
What could be better than sitting in a restaurant together you and me,
And starring into the crystal sky above the deep blue sea?
We ordered up some seafood dinners we didn’t want to order steaks,
And then for an appetizer I got a pair of their crab cakes.
They were the best that I’ve ever eaten, even when visiting the south,
They were large, tender and delicious and they melted in my mouth.
Nothing could make this dinner better it was the greatest thing by far,
Until a blond wearing see-through stretch pants seated herself at the bar.
OK it got a little bit better then, but still I knew that it was wrong,
Because her stretch pants were so transparent you could clearly see her thong.
And I don’t mean a faint outline where you might think you saw something red,
It was right there on her bare derriere and while I’m old, I’m still far from dead.
It might have helped if she wasn’t cute or if she wasn’t built the way she was,
But she was cute and built and that would explain just exactly why because,
Like me, every guy in the place was thinking exactly the same thing,
How long can I get away with staring until I get a slap that’ll sting?
So I took the lead and pointed her out to my wife and she just rolled her eyes,
“Good luck getting a refill of iced tea now I bet our waiter never even tries.”
It was true that every waiter in the place called this girl by name,
She was a popular regular and they were moths drawn to her flame.
What was it that has brought this child down to this lowly state?
Why can’t she afford clothing that covers her up why didn’t she have a date?
“I bet that I know,” I said to my wife, “why she came here dressed that way,
Why it is she feels the need to be noticed and put herself on display.”
I pointed out that as each waiter passed by her they brought her a little dish,
Just a sampling of something good to eat whether, shrimp, crab cakes or fish.
“The only way that this meal would be better is if you didn’t have to pay,
I believe that was her intention and I think that she’s discovered the way.”
So if you would like to dine on a meal of fresh fish from the sea,
Make them believe that you’re the dish and then you can dine for free.
I am on a seafood diet,
Each time I see food, I eat it.
Seafood Gumbo
Start with a dark brown Roux
Just like those Cajuns do
Next add the bell pepper and onion too
Tomatoes and garlic cloves, just a few
Cover it all with chicken stock
as this will help the flavors to unlock
File' and smoked sausage now go into the pot
Add the crab meat and peeled shrimp that were freshly caught
Serve it over a cup of rice
You'll find the that it tastes real nice
Put in enough pepper to set your mouth aglow
Now eat up that bowl of seafood gumbo
By Mike Francis
if its fresh
you can bet
you won't regret
have a mixs
with fish
SEAFOOD DISH
Billy the Squid and the Octopus Kid
Live in the sea in an old dustbin lid
Who would have thought that an old dustbin lid
Could ever be somewhere that sea creatures hid
But sharks mean and nasty and ever so crafty
Also live there where at least it’s not draughty
For draughty wind might turn the lid upside down
And Billy the Squid and his friend would be found
But wind doesn’t happen there under the sea
The sharks won’t be getting their dinner for free
Oh no, the dustbin lid’s under the sea
And a crab flipped the dustbin lid, tipsy turvy
So Billy and Octopus thought they’d be lunch
They thought they were gonna be shark ‘crispy crunch’
But shark wasn't looking for someone to munch
He said could I maybe be friends with you bunch
So Billy the Squid and the Octopus Kid
Live with a shark in an old dustbin lid
But the shark is too big to live underneath that
So it sits on his head like an old Chinese hat.
13 March 2021
For Eve Roper’s Nursery Rhyme 2 contest
Dustbin = trash can
Thanksgiving Seafood Feast
Crab cakes baked to a crisp brown
Sizzling lobster tail
Roasted Alaskan salmon
Asparagus? Yes!
Covered in butter
Crazy pie
Wow!
Created on 10/26/14 for - MAKE ME DROOL with EPULAERYU – Poetry Contest
Seafood, yum, from the yellow and ivory,
To a golden shade or pink,
Every colour in the world of oceans,
Washed up in your little tin sink.
Some have consistent features,
While others are all patchy.
And their texture is spongy to firm
To flaky, to hard, to scratchy.
I love savoury prawns and the little round mussel,
And the tender salty fried fish,
Especially mixed together
On a complicated sea food dish.
But there’s one juicy,
Moist burst in the mouth I cannot stand,
And that’s the slippery, silky oyster
Not fresh or frozen, or disguised, or canned.
All I want to know is
Do I have a distinctive voice?
Standing out in a crowd
Mic in hand, choice
Of song, how important
To hear and be heard
We must be privileged
Do you eat your scallop with beard?
This is reminding me of my ex
My brother says let him go
And I do vehemently
No emotions on show
Are you ready to meet him?
Your next potential ex
As the entropy reenters
No matter how clean shaven, hex
Upon all of us doomed
To end before we begin
Nothing to do in here
Accept, take it on the chin
This bowl of lobster shells
looks very pretty
and yet so sad.
The bright red carcasses
all cracked and emptied out
have served me well
with their luscious innards
of tender sweet flesh
unctuous with brine and butter
that sated me
and gratified
my deep-sea desires
for this ultimate
New England joyance
on this
muggy Summer day.
If I had
any ambition left,
I'd dump these
scarlet remnants
into a big ol' pot
and toss in
onions,
bay leaves
and peppercorns
for a savory
perfumed stock.
But for now
I'm glued
to my chair
happily lobster drunk
and in a buttery haze
and licking my
salty fingers
for any last residue
of that
resplendent crustacean
now reduced
to a heap of shells
in an old glazed bowl
on a lemon-yellow afternoon
somewhere on the coast
wondering how long
I can last
until the feeling
comes again
and I don my old stained bib
and haul out
the nutcracker and pick
and get the butter drawn
for another
Homarus americanus
adventure
and find myself
staring down
a new warm mound
of cracked and emptied
lobster shells.
Come sample King Neptune’s bounty.
If it’s fish, or abalone,
what you have is all great to me.
Any food that comes from the sea.
Scallops, calamari, lobsters,
shrimp, crabs, clams, mussels, and oysters.
If it swims, or lies on the sand,
it’s sure to be in great demand
To me, it all looks and tastes grand.
It should not be kept for Friday.
SEAFOOD IS GOOD FOOD ANY DAY.
conch shell
on the table i listen to
todays special
SEAFOOD THAT MAKES ME FEEL GUILTY
Any swimming thing which boils or fries,
Like a codfish on shop icebed’s amazed eyes,
Open-mouthed - “Why me?” she sighs.
Crab in restaurant tank eyeballing
Me thru the glass watching him crawling,
Like Uncle Sam I point, “It’s you I’m calling.”
Canadian salmon trained to return the same way
Caught like dad last year in the same bay -
Why do they not learn new routes, eh ?
But no sturgeon complains - they only speak Russian.
But for me eating caviar eggs, the sturgeon
Numbers would exceed China’s population
Those shrimps with soft eyes pathetically
Staring keep me awake. The clan -
All innocent - look at me accusingly,
Asking, “Why are you cooking us, man?”
And glance at each other, ruefully
Nudging their brothers in the boiling pan.