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CATOGORY LOVE
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 to inspire:  Capsaicin Anaheim
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It completes the sound
it makes itself perfect
it's recommended to those who who love
and those aspire to be loved

I must apologize
I became bored with you
knowing what you'd say often
lead me to be with others
It's exactly what you think
and true to form
might you forgive me
that I shall heed Cupids
call might you

Categories: burgers, character, music,
Form: Bio

Fries And Burgers

Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs

When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss

Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat mush and ground junk

My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore
Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore

So such is

Categories: burgers, food,
Form: Free verse

Bread, Butter, Bacon, Burgers, Brownies and Bananas

#A Nod To My MOTHER Who LOVED Her BLACKEYE PEAS. "So Do I", If Cooked GOOD..."YES PLEASE!" A GREAT "B" LETTER FOOD...
BROCCOLI 
BOK CHOY 
BERRIES 
BEETS (THESE ARE THE TYPE OF "BEATS" I LIKE...SAID A NON BEET EATING ENTHUSIAST ONCE!)
BRAN (I BARELY RARELY EVER MEET SOMEONE WHO HAS A LONGING FOR A "BOWL OF BRAN"

Categories: burgers, food, humor, poems, poetess,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Aurora

glowing aurora 
burnished brushstrokes 
burnt burgers for tea

Categories: burgers, beautiful, light, sky,
Form: Haiku

Devil Burgers

The Devil makes burgers 
French fries as well
In his fiery kitchen
In the depths of burning hell

His food is so tempting 
It tastes the absolute best
But the Devils food is evil
It will put your body to the test

It will clog your arteries
Make both body and mind sick
Disguised to taste irresistible 
Is the Devils sinister trick

So try

Categories: burgers, fun, humor, silly,
Form: Rhyme

Mommys Best Burgers In Town Nursery Rhyme

My mommy makes the best burgers in town
She goes to the markets around
Shops for steak called ground round
She tells the butcher to grind her a pound
of his best savory steak so lean
Mommy tells everyone she makes a mean,
Patty melt and with onions, only if you please
She sprinkles seasonings, adds lots of cheese
Then my mommy grills

Categories: burgers, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme

Frat Boys

Bosom best-buddy Beta Beta Beta boys begin bonding by bringing before biennial brunches: 

bouncier basketballs

budget bean burritos

bounteous beefy burgers

beautiful broad-minded busty boyfriend-less babes 

better bottled Bavarian/Belgian beers

Categories: burgers, boy, brother, food, fun,
Form: Alliteration

Burgers Are Buggars

Burgers are buggars for gaining weight
So delicious but they're heart trouble on a plate
Really not fair
Heart needs repair
After downing six of these mommas especially if you eat late

Categories: burgers, desire,
Form: Limerick

Burgers and Fries

ITS  taste
don't go to wastes
its lunch
we do in a bunch
this is not lies
welove
BURGERS AND FRIES

Categories: burgers, adventure, desire,
Form: Light Verse

Of Asses and Burgers

A scarlet letter and a silent one
Transparent “A” on my forehead
Never seen, but you will know it’s there
Or see its effect, I can only fake it so long

Dad lives in a relative solitude; just what he prefers
Daughter’s got some of it too, much harder for a girl
The middleman’s also got a touch of it; lucky

Categories: burgers, anxiety, conflict, social,
Form: Free verse

Again Burgers

clove cinnamon for simon&dunkin tuna for garfunkel.
wobbly looped spindles, hums tunes  "holy mackerel".
silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar.
more candid topics, endorsed by chet choppock.
overtime blenders whip hot fudge tapioca.
from the larva, emerges paul harvey.
orator greetings predestines"good day, utopia.
good healing from dr. oz & charles ozgood, 
understood.
bytes penetrating sequin hoods of vast neighborhoods.
well steaked positions, instills

Categories: burgers, religion,
Form: I do not know?

Fries and Burgers

Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs

When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss

Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat mush and ground up junk

My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore
Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore

So such

Categories: burgers, food, funny, health,
Form: Couplet