Beef and taters are a meal thought Dad
Didn’t want Italian, which he never had
Refused to try chicken, pork or fish
Beef and taters were his only dish
Would not eat pasta, it did not look good
Brought home steak from the farm when he could
Liked potatoes broiled, stuffed, cheesed and baked
Beef and taters are for what he ached.
Categories:
cheesed, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Jerico the raccoon lived in the land of cherry blossom buds.
He enjoyed his corn, spaghetti, and well-cheesed up spuds.
His flatulence had a marvelous effect on the flowers so bright.
An aroma that stayed with these beauties all through the night.
Categories:
cheesed, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Sumthang wrong wiff dez words
They give know direction
To me and you
Hypertheticail thoughts
They don't tell me
What I gotta do
Ribeye, broccoli, and potatoes
Cup of gravy on the side!
The Carney, sorney
Tater, broccoli and
Meat special
Now we know
The garlicky, onion,chivey
Sun dries tomatoes
With olive oil roasted
Red pepper and bacon,
Cream cheesed
Scalloped potatoes.
Where inspired by a
Lonely man begging a
Woman for a date.
The night he scored they
Dined on these dishes.
She made him to harvest
His cattle
Potatoes
Pick the broccoli
And pick the
Apples for the
Turnover
She said she:d
Marry him if he
Planted seven
Peach trees
Seven blackberry bushes
And seven rows of
Lavender
She asked for
Twenty male quails
And fourty hens
She'd consimate
If he bought
Jersey cows
Two females
and one male.
And seven rows
Of mulberry
To make scented soap.
He complyed!
They married before
A orchestra of sixty
And seven vocalist
The preacher wore purple
And ate
Red snapper and apple pie.
Categories:
cheesed, analogy, farm, jealousy, love,
Form: Bio
I-nclement weather
M-akes the passengers cheesed off,
C-anceling travel.
Topic: Birthday of Irish Mae Cordial (February 23)
Form: Haikustic
Categories:
cheesed, birthday,
Form: Haiku
It bloats me out and makes me wheeze;
I have an allergy to cheese
Which makes it hard to find a mate
For reasons I shall now relate.
A simple sniff of curds and whey
Provokes an itchy rash display.
So cheesaholics need to know
That for my sake, the cheese must go!
This ultimatum has a flaw
For cheese exerts a pungent draw.
So far, I’ve lost my sweet Viola
To a tasty ‘Gorgonzola’.
Then sweet Suzanne from ‘gai Paris’ *
Preferred a mild and creamy ‘Brie’.
And as for fit and feisty Hedda;
She deserted me for ‘Cheddar’.
All dreams that Kate would see it through
Were melted by a cheese fondue,
And hopes were shattered too when Claire
Would not forsake her smooth gruyère.
The list is long – they came and went
Preferring taste to sentiment.
And even ‘Stinking Bishop’ won
The heart of Rose : I felt outdone!
But now at last, I’ve found my match;
A truly ‘made-in-heaven’ catch.
It’s serious! I’m on my knees!
She’s vegan and averse to cheese!
* ( French pronunciation'Paree')
12/11/18
'Write a poem about cheese contest' : Sponsored by: Barry Stebbings
Categories:
cheesed, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Man down ,slay on.....
Is the anthem, as she churn louder
Fix, paint, tight and briefs...
So she presumed the loudest
Culture inborn but she doesn't Observe precepts
On some Instagram cos that's what's on
Flow so flowing when the followers turned on
But before on onset ,
Thoughts of these filled her mind
Now she's less upset
Cos she dwelleth
More on the facet
Rather than the content
Of humanity ......
She feels less concerned
Cos Her life is a major advert
Bringing more of perverts
Cos she would rather stay controversial
Than mind what ya say..
Now, Its a pity cos I'm 'pointing fingers
I first came unto earth, backed up by the universe
Adam my first name..
Mind grew and still growing
Inventions stay the meter
So everyone applauding
Smile so Real
But most for the gram
Say cheese !
Now brothers staying cheesed up
Some on the facet
Cos most on the gram.
Forth a friction, igniting
What our taken ribs do...
Culture and morals should re inculcate
The Old-folks pray on....
Yonder is how the world shifts though.
Status quo ....
Categories:
cheesed, abortion, absence, abuse, addiction,
Form: Free verse
I carry the torch for thee
Why did you give up me with glee
Was it you wouldn't be caught dead
to identify me as your blood
Did I cork up my love
or were you cheesed off with this low dove
Were you cut to the quick
because of this dimwit pig
Are you coming apart at the seams
due to my first gleam
Why make me a fish out of water
Was I not a thing or matter
You couldn't give a hoot!
as I a worthless boot
Were you tokophobic
How long should I blink my tears back and endure
When will your invisible palms to wipe away my tears come out
My life a story not a tale
Will it not tug at your heartstrings
Categories:
cheesed, depression, emotions, feelings, love,
Form: Free verse