Caterer Poems - Poems about Caterer

...I hate wet socks. I'm knee-deep with diapers floating by. The steel stairs steps (that go up!) Just 10 feet from me. Seawater pouring in from every orifice. I'd be dead already if I had not bri......

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...alternately titles: I got noose for you, Yours truly doth garrotte tee another itsy bitsy, betsy wetsy easy breezy read. oft times ('specially these latter unsainted days and nights) in wh......

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...Gorgeous fragrances, intermingling Wafting in from many directions Sensory overload; understood only if you were there. Peaches, plums, persimmons, marvelous colors. Each one showing out her own ......

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...O Women, the mothers and sisters, That the world can treat you like this! You were heroes from the start When you left your father's house Aiming to build your own nest. This you'd do in a forei......

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...Always arrive last and leave first Be present, but not the life of the party Come bearing a gift for the hostess, Don’t spill your drink on the sofa. Eat the hors d’oevres sparingly Forget not t......

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...Of thee virtual netherland... courtesy one spellbound wordsmith within apartment b44 nestled within a manor (and manner of writing) atop nondescript Schwenksville highland. All gibbets zing a......

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...A couple got married in the Winter Wonderland For the reception they hired a mariachi band They danced a Spanish jig, Then left in a borrowed rig Stiffing the poor caterer because the food was bl......

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...Walking on the newly wetted ground, After a long spell of Winter drought, I ponder how rain never fails to astound: This valuable shower we can't do without! As I tread on the browne'd earth B......

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...Navy and dishes I had kitchen duty on a fateful day when the dishwasher exploded with an almighty bang. just as I reflected on the irony as the only one trained as a caterer I had to the dishe......

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...Inside familiar folds of my hanging apron I encounter a blinkless miniature figurine Glossy, posable, plastic as a Lego creation Loyal component of kitchen enforces routine Breakfast allures w......

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... Cats got yo tongue, catwalks, runs stalks prowls; Meow! Catheads catalog catlike people. Meow, yet they smell cationic; Cats got yo tongue! ......

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...He expressed the need for her to be more efficient.He wanted her to know that she was best at what she did and her voice and personality could make her affords, to be the most successful in her ......

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...Just how I wander For them to wonder The till's early, but my fill is still I find the chaff play catch like infant staff- This, a weight I wait But, those beams fill my plate It seems there ......

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...oft times ('specially these latter un-sainted days and nights) death doth haunt me zeitgeist which thoughts of my demise crowds out purposeful thinking in the twitching mind k......

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...there was a caterer hardly loved she was flowers she harvested and seeds of sorts too stems of things as seeds she picked and put in pans to cook and satisfy her ego soon famine built a nest ......

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