Best Steaks Poems
Soup Creeks Anaya's SteaksDon’t be buffaloed it’s not Pancho Villa he’s dead
Just have’n a fling before what lies ahead
I respect Soup Creek and its laws
Although some have their flaws
There are no guns allowed where I am headed
Anaya’s Steak House, sure like the ring to that
A place of my...
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Categories:
steaks, humor,
Form:
Limerick
High SteaksFarmer Dan, was a gambling man, who loved to play at some cards;
So to beat the band, he tried his hand, at the other farm yards.
On one day, he struck pay day, at the home of good farmer Dow,
And walked away, with some hay, plus...
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Categories:
steaks, animal, funny, games,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Rib-Eye Steaks On the PitRib-eye steaks are on the pit
Seasoned with dad’s rub
Are you all ready to grub
Meat will fall off bone
One bite, it’ll be gone
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Categories:
steaks, food,
Form:
Epulaeryu
Pat's SteaksA bit of great cuisine history
was made by Philadelphian Pat Oliveri.
Along with his brother Harry,
the steak sandwich was created in 1930.
They were the men to whom we all owe thanks.
Being hot dog vendors who ran out of franks,
Pat took some chipped steak from a butcher...
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Categories:
steaks, history, travelbusiness,
Form:
Rhyme
Was It the Steaksi spoke her name sweetly
she responded with curses and finger gestures
i stopped speaking sweetly and backed away
like a stranger.
you like me I don't like you
stand your distance as I wish not
to turn to stone!
I walked away and never thought of seeing her again
years later....
I speak...
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Categories:
steaks, conflict, love,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
GreenhornA New York born greenhorn, name of Talley,
Felt a free meal challenge up his alley.
Known as seventy-two-ounce steaks abode
Into the Big Texan he boldly strode,
As the patient Big Texan clock looked on.
“I am fair game to feast,” boasted the lad.
“To eat all the food...
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Categories:
steaks, food, smile, success, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Ursai's PlunderWords of evening she speaks
To him
I act if I don't know
There in secret places
Is where they wish to go
Mornings were I labor most
To be neat and clean
She wholloes beneath him
To be spiteful and mean
Yeah than when separation
Is the antidote
I am all he has
It's when...
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Categories:
steaks, age, city, devotion,
Form:
Ballade