Best Sirloin Poems
Sizzling succulent sirloin
Crispy golden fries
Sautéed mushrooms piled up high
Tossed dressed green salad
Knife and fork ready
Just divine
Mine!
10~26~14
Contest: Make me drool Epulaeryu
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
~awarded 1st place~
Anchored by its feet hangs the carcass
Butcher removes brisket and strings it
Chuck steak diced for stews and pies
Dark well matured silverside rests
Entrails give the dogs a royal feast
Flank minced for spaghetti bolognese
Gullet chopped into stock pot simmers
Hanging meat swings as the butcher works
Icy still from the blast chiller
Juicy steaks thickly cut are parcelled up
Kebabs skewered, placed on display
Loin of beef neatly lined up
Minced steak patties for burgers
Neck used in both stock pot and stew
Offal set aside for pate and pies
Perfectly roasted beef ready to carve
Quick flash fry of rib eye seals in juices
Rump not too trimmed dribbles on grill
Sirloin anointed by a king sizzling
Tongue gently braised in gravy or stock
Utensils casting shadows on the wall
Venison from red deer's makes tasty things
Wing rib rubbed with hot spices waits
Xhosa cattle graze in pastures green
Yellowed meats set aside for soup
Zibeline hides scrapped and cured, nailed up
8/27/2015
contest Any Poem written in August
I will no longer be trying to cook a hearty Chuck roast
For it usually ends up dry,and about as dry as burnt toast
I tried so many ways to cook this hunk of meat
Though in the end the results,are definitely no treat
That cut of meat to me doesn't seem to be the best
For it never turns out,quite as good as the rest
I know how to cook them,steady,slow,and low
And to use a slowcooker is the best way to go
If your going to make a roast,use a rump,a round,or a sirloin tip
Stay away from those Chuck roasts,and it will surely be a hit
I guess their is no one to blame for these mishaps you see
For I was the only one cooking them,Chef Danny,that's me
Dannyboy:9-7-12
:oP
Chocolate ice cream slowly melting
with taste most divine,
sirloin steak well matured frying
tonight well we will dine.
sweet songs from birds singing
greeting the morning sun.
bay mare with mane flowing
chases after the dun.
Mighty trees with branches swaying
give sheltering shade,
tender plants with buds opening
show glimpses of jade.
Puffy white clouds quickly scurrying
across sapphire sky,
sunshine downward is blazing
outlining shadows so inky.
Enjoying a kiss when sunbathing
held close in your arms,
to the top of Dunkery climbing
Wales through mist slowly forms
Oreos with chocolate chips
Potato sticks with onion dip
Drip the cheese all over those fries
Three scoops of ice cream and apple pie
Frito-lay corn chips beside a guacamole-filled bowl
Don't forget those Boston-creme doughnut...holes
And how about all the candies and the chocolate cake
Something's got to give you a slight stomach ache
These are merely appetizers, of course
Now it's time for the game, to eat like a horse
First comes the turkey, with stuffing and butttered yams
Along with sides of potato fritters and honey-glazed ham
Throw in a few sirloin steaks with sauteed onions, hot off the grill
A Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut'll give your taste buds a thrill
Now -- how foolish of me! -- I've forgotten the drinks
Left them in a cooler under the kitchen sink ...
So let's down a few maragaritas and some imported red wine
Y'all leave some room for beer chasers --- in a mug or a stein
Yes, fans, it's under two months till Super Bowl Sunday
Better start dieting now, so you'll still fit in your undies!
Hello folks, I am your loyal fork - but had to laugh
At a comment below' hard to find a loyal one nowadays',
Fish knives are smelly,
Many centuries ago, designed for the sharp edge,
To be away from your face,
So that your nose did not have to brace
Itself, and your mouth was prepared to swallow,
This unsavory taste,
And therefore there was no waste,
No fridges or coolers in those days,
Had to eat what was served, spices and herbs
helped in many ways!
The soup spoon, seems somewhat tubby,
And looks a little, as did mummy,
But ouch, she wouldn’t like that,
She was only just a little bit fat!
But you, the steak knife, who do most of the work,
As you cut through rump, sirloin, pork or fillet,
Your duties like a military man, you never do shirk,
You master all foods proudly, we, the rest of
The cutlery in the drawer salute you,
Deserving of your Officer’s rank,
And we always rally to your defense, and flank
Each side of the dinner plate,
In every continent, country or state.
But who is the flirty one in the cutlery drawer
Why, the dessert spoon of course,
Used puuuurfectly seductively,
To scoop up deserts,
I, says the dessert spoon, make men drool,
As I lift my self erotically, to my mistress’s mouth,
Leaving some ice cream on me, which
She licks with her tongue, I assist her mischievous
Acts of eating with me,
As I enjoy the electric sensual romantic mood,
I’m no bodies fool!
Hey what about me, said the butter knife, as I slip
And slide through butter, and spread this indulgence
With lots of calories and love on your bread,
And of course dear little tea spoon,
Who stirs sugar and milk in your coffee or tea,
Don’t forget me!
So this dilemma as to who is the most
Important in the cutlery drawer,
Is easily solved
All eating utensils are equally involved.
New Years Day 2016
And the Luck of The Black Eyed Peas
Written: by Tom Wright
Jowl and black eyes with crackling corn bread,
This once a year meal is entrenched in my head.
This yearly ritual is said to bring good fortune,
To believe, or not, I always eat a good portion.
I admit that for this repast I’m not overly crazed,
And would favor a good sirloin, moderately brazed;
But again, on New Year’s table, Peas will enhance,
While not subscribing to luck, why take a chance?
As far back as memory takes me in childhood,
With a few exceptions, this has been my New Years Day meal.
Habits ingrained in youth, seldom change.
Tom
IT MUST BE PUPPY LOVE
Love and faithfulness live together - Psalm 85:10
Throughout the ages,
Family pets have served.
Faithful til the end,
Many have observed.
Do they know how to love,
As humans think they do?
Look into their eyes,
The rest is up to you.
Watch those tails a swinging,
There's a story to be told.
This is how a puppy loves,
Worth much more than gold.
They do not need a reason,
As many humans do.
It is their gift from God,
Especially for you.
But if you do not understand,
This passion that is so.
Follow our little tails,
They will show you how to go.
Chicken fresh for breakfast,
Roast beef at dinner time.
Sirloin steak so often,
Am glad that you are mine.
Snacks available all day long,
Special ones when you depart.
Is it any wonder then,
That you control our hearts.
Today you are special,
We thank our Lord above.
Thank you for being my mommy,
We will smother you with love.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Here's a tangled thready mass of dental floss
Glued on some canvas board with gesso
Each layer of the spider's snare dyed a different color
One layer dried then layered o'er another
Oh the marl-morning sour-gut history
The saw-toothed plaque-frozen mystery!
There's corn beans and sirloin on the string
Microscopic V-8 a thermal-digested chicken wing
Good bad medium days
Hidden 'neath and in filet
Here's Jackson Pollock with his dripping
Splashing abstract expressionism
Pollock though a genius failed
In splashing paint pale after pale
To realize a more thrifty less messy way
To say through teeth what he had to say
The Fat Man at the Buffet
By Elton Camp
Saturday eve, we thought it might be nice
To go to “All-You-Can-Eat-for-One Price.”
But as we were standing in the line to pay
We spotted quite a man on down the way
The fellow must weigh five hundred pounds
Managers came and left with worried frowns
We wonder that, since that one had come around,
They’d take the “All You Can Eat” sign down
When he gets in there and his food does choose
Much of the night’s profits they are sure to lose
Rather than a plate, the big man grabbed a tray
So he could pile much more by doing that way
As soon as he spied the delicious sirloin steak,
It wasn’t just one or two, but five he did take
Then he came to the huge container of fried fish,
He snatched fast. All but two of them he did wish
Fried chicken he surely must like the very best
He loaded his tray: legs, thighs, wings and breast
Then came potatoes, gravy, tomatoes, corn, rice
Finally, many types of bread did the man entice
When the biggest table el gordo managed to find
Then it required two chairs to hold his huge behind
The waitress came over to ask him about his drink
“I’ll take lemonade, Coke, Pepsi, and Sprite, I think.”
We couldn’t get our food until more was brought
The glutton had taken so much more than he ought
We made our selections, but it wasn’t long before
The enormous man came back to get some more
And then when our meal was very near complete,
We saw him getting the dessert he wanted to eat
Chocolate cake, ice cream, cookies, and apple pie
He saw no reason why he shouldn’t all of them try
Manager gave a sigh of relief when he left the place
“A man who eats like that is nothing but a disgrace.”
To the cashier he said, “If you see another of those,
Then very firmly tell him that this place is closed.”
There's this strange fascination,
I carry without contemplation-
it lingers on with infatuation,
as I'm stuck on this fixation.
My mother never taught me this,
I learned this all on my own-
Picture Frames and scrapbooks,
full of the pets in my home.
I always craved more love,
than people could ever give me-
That's why I treat my pets,
as if they were family.
I'm hung up on dressing up,
crazed about homemade treats-
Two dogs sleeping in bed with me,
at the bottom of my feet.
I never let my daughter scream,
for it's never been allowed-
But my dogs can bark as they wish,
too freely and way too loud.
Am I delusional?
To have this addiction to adulation?
For there will never be anything,
as special as their creation.
They have their own house,
in the backward when it's cold-
And God forbid they lay on the couch,
without me to tenderly hold.
I bake some chicken and sirloin,
cuz' famished they'll never be-
Knit warm blankets out of yarn,
while watching TV next to me.
The couch is theirs to rest on,
on their own cushions they lay,
bathed with special doggie bubbles,
every other Tuesday.
I have this crazy captivation,
and hold extreme dedication-
My obsession is I hold veneration,
for my pets with adoration.
July 23, 2017
Standing head and shoulders
Above seated students
Professing all he knows
And much he doesn't
Through squeaky chalk
Bored with lessons learned
Tattered black jacket collar
Covered with white dust
Like the dandruff
Of faded knowledge
Waiting for the last bell
And cacophony of students
Exiting for a night on the town
So he can trudge through
The gray slush home
To empty house and
Microwaved sirloin tv dinner
Wishing he had a yipping poodle
Instead of the silent company
Of Jim Beam to while away his hours
26Feb14
Serenading with sermons at services,
Serious seraphims searched out self-serving serpents.
But serrated silver certainly surpasses serenity.
Sirloin snake steaks seared and served by servants.
Written 11/26/17
for Barry Stebbings/Alliteration Contest
Green Hickory’s hiss
Sirloin steak’s flaming hot kiss
Barbequing Bliss
By Robb A. Kopp
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