Classic, the recipe for French pastry
Heavenly to the palate and tasty
Open middle with a filling so creamy
Custard that's called crème patisserie
Observe the delicacy of this treat
Longing to have just one lil' bite to eat
At this moment, I feel myself itching
To bake a dozen eclairs, perhaps more
Exposing the layers that I adore.
Extra delicious, the ganache topping...
Chocolate glaze I'd eat without stopping.
Last bite taken, savored it to the end
Accompanied with milk or coffee blend
If you've never tried one you really should
Rest assured you will find them very good
Sweet morsel is the eclair confection.
Scorpion Sting
I hide in the dark.
With a sting, be alert.
I can vanish in the light.
I hunt in the night.
I can draw some blood.
The anguish is just enough.
I am manipulative.
Don’t touch, with temptation.
I know that I’m kinda creepy.
At night it’s time to feed.
Don’t hesitate to attack.
I could be brown or black.
You're all unforgiven in the end.
Through haunting methods, I will feed again.
I’m just a bug with pitchers.
All have you for dinner.
Don’t underestimate me.
I live through the rain.
I can crawl here and there.
With a sting, I am everywhere.
Your flesh is a bite to eat.
I will be next to your feet.
I live underground.
I will appear with no sound
Memories for sale the ticket master said to me.
You have to enter seventh street, at a quarter after three
You mean in the afternoon, I said, “right?”
He laughed and said “no, our machine does not appear in plain sight.’
It shows up after three a.m. when the world is asleep.
When you get close, you have to approach it in a kind of creep.
there might be storm troopers there; if so, go away.
If they do not shoot you, you can try another day.
But what memories are for sale? I asked. How do I know I’d want them?
They have your favorites- the ones that made you snort milk onto your chin.
They’ll make you laugh and remember the best times you ever had.
I trusted him, and so I set my alarm for two-thirty, and I felt very glad.
The troopers were there when I started creeping up the street.
I rolled myself into an alley and had a little bite to eat.
Waiting for them to leave was agony of course.
But they finally did, and I bought a favorite memory of me and my old horse.
I was thrilled and went back to that machine- time after time after time.
Buying memories I had forgotten, they were worth the trouble and my dime.
Jack-O-Lanterns.
Rotting like rotten things.
But beauty does exist.
Lipstick rotting in my hands.
By the window is decor.
Halloween decor.
Something horrible out there.
Like flesh.
I have abilities.
Once a year.
It’s just a little candle light.
On the porch.
Jack-O-Lanterns.
Remind me of faces.
Get thrown out one by one.
Even the best carved ones.
I have abilities.
That last for an entire five minutes.
There’s a feeling of tearing inside.
Tossed away.
Something horrible.
That could eat.
I could use a bite to eat.
The powers never last.
Jack-O-Lanterns.
Don’t like human smiles.
Or maybe they really are like us.
We are both fleshy and our fingers fall off eventually.
Rotting like rotting things.
Reminds me of faces.
Could replace me.
Ahhoooo!
sometimes lovers meet
kiss and share a bite to eat
one desires sweetmeat
not dessert an extra treat
to savour another’s teat
Scorpion Sting
I hide in the dark.
With a sting, be alert.
I can vanish in the light.
I hunt in the night.
I can draw some blood.
The anguish is just enough.
I am manipulative.
Don’t touch, with temptation.
I know that I’m kinda creepy.
At night it’s time to feed.
Don’t hesitate to attack.
I could be brown or black.
You're all unforgiven in the end.
Through haunting methods, I will feed again.
I’m just a bug with pitchers.
All have you for dinner.
Don’t underestimate me.
I live through the rain.
I can crawl here and there.
With a sting, I am everywhere.
Your flesh is a bite to eat.
I will be next to your feet.
I live underground.
I will appear with no sound.
Many years ago, there was an envious man
lurking in John Lennon's Garden.
Disillusioned- dirty -confused.
John came out of his mansion and chatted with him for a bit.
Explaining that he was just an ordinary bloke.
Who wrote songs and was nothing special.
John invited him in for a bite to eat.
The man dined with the Lennons and seemed at peace.
"Imagine", treating a grubby waif like a king.
In these days of austerity
It’s getting to be a treat
To go out for a few pints
And have a bite to eat,
So, Please Mr Pub Landlord
Grant me just a little wish
Bring back the vinegar bottle
So I can splash me bit of fish.
Those little plastic sachets
You’ve generously placed there
Supposedly have perforation
But they just refuse tear.
I need that essential liquid
Over me chips and cod
To transpose it from wonderful
To meal fit for a demi god.
I sit there by the mimute
Growing more and more tense
Looking at the pile of sachets
That just won’t dispense
In despair I eat my meal
Before it grows cold
But it’s just not the same
Without that liquid of gold.
I shall add that designer to
That list of those folk that
I’d like to meet in a dark alley
When I’ve got my baseball bat
A pox on the plastics industry
Once thought a packaging solution
Now a source of anger and despair
And the growing oceanic pollution.
I’m just a simple type of being
So many modern things I hate
Just give me fish and taties
Hot, served on a real plate
And I reall dont think that
I’m asking rather a lot
For vinegar in a real bottle
And salt and pepper in a pot.
I watched a sparrow on the ground
With an insistent tweet.
Another bird flew over,
Bringing her a bite to eat.
This ritual repeated,
With some crumbs from beak to beak.
I Googled this behavior and
I learned I’d had a peek
At a fine display of courtship,
Not so different from our own.
Without the wine and tablecloths,
A seed had still been sown.
I guess it’s universal -
When it comes to pitching woo,
The sharing of a meal is what
Most couples tend to do.
No matter when my flight is
On the day I’m flying home,
I am early to the airport,
Where I sit and write my poem…
And read my book or magazine
And grab a bite to eat
And work a crossword puzzle
‘Til it’s finally complete.
It’s not worth the anxiety
To do last minute things,
For any slight delay (like traffic),
Oh, the grief it brings!
For someone prone to panic,
Having hours to unwind
Leads to not one drop of boredom,
But a calmer frame of mind.
I visited Chef Giorgio's in Italy for a bite to eat.
And ordered Chicken Alfredo after taking a seat
But the pasta was too thick
Made by a chef who was sick
I got him fired and once again he's just a deadbeat
Alfredo should be served with a good cream sauce
But Giorgio's was disgusting, tasting like dross
He accused me of lying
I guess he'll soon be dying (again)
I don't give a fig if he's angry with me and cross
Chef Giorgio was unemployed so started writing
But his poetry was awful; accusive and inciting
He was found guilty of slander
Just like Goosey Goosey Gander
Away the old bird flew without another sighting
Real friends wanna see you win and be the best that you can be,
Encourage you to chase your dreams and motivate you to succeed,
Never tell you what you want to hear but only what you need,
Real friends be your eyes when you find it hard to see,
Through the fog in this life real friends will take the lead,
Just to guide you to the light when it's dark and hard to breathe,
Real friends feel your pain and you don't even have to speak,
Real friends be your strength when your inner self is weak,
Love is rare when it's pure and I'm not sure if it exist,
Cause it's way beyond the physical but simple as a kiss,
Or a hug cause a friend only wants to offer peace,
To your spirit and your soul making sure you feel complete,
Never judge understanding is a rarely traveled street,
Real friends let you know that you are a part of me,
Walking down this rocky road but you traveling with me,
And if you hungry know I got you let's go get a bite to eat.
Here’s a little Christmas note from me to you,
But not just for helping me… it’s what you do.
I must be honest, it was your pretty eyes
That made me linger… they caught me by surprise.
It was also the smile beneath your mask
That made me decide that I just had to ask;
“Would you like to join me for dinner sometime?”
But, don’t worry… I don’t always speak in rhyme.
If you’d care to go out for a bite to eat,
I promise to speak normal… what a treat.
You can believe what I say, Rafaela.
I assure you that I’m a real good fella.
I hope this little note gives you a smile
While you’re out and about shopping around town.
I was hoping to talk to you awhile
Before all of the gem shows shut down.
I wanted to see if you’d like to go out…
Maybe grab a bite to eat and see the sights.
You’re a very beautiful woman, no doubt,
With a personality that shines so bright.
If you say no, I’ll completely understand.
After all, I’m someone you’ve just barely met.
But just keep in mind, before your plane does land,
That you’re a woman that I won’t soon forget.
Fuzzy socks and crocs, oh my
Try some, buy some
Wear them high
Pair them, share them
To be nice
Take them home
For half the price
Crocs on socks are best displayed
When you lead
A big parade
When your socks
Are clean and pressed
Other folks
Will be impressed
Wear your socks to beat the crowd
Fuzzy socks
Will make you proud
When you have
A bite to eat
Crocs on socks
Will guard your feet
When they clamor for some meat
Give them something
As a treat
Rubber ducks
And plastic snakes
Pizza pie
And chocolate shakes
Wear them on a rainy day
Keep the snails
And worms away
Soak them well
Where gutters run
Dangle them
To have more fun
When your day is incomplete
Walk them down
A busy street
When the rest of you
Is nude
Socks reveal
Your attitude.
Submitted to the
Fuzzy Socks and Crocs Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
On June 10, 2021
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