Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his legs to raise his pinky in the air. Far to perfect is the evening, might a woman wish to dance. She'd be greasy if she lean on me, cause I wiped the grease on my pants.
Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his legs to raise his pinky in the air. Far to perfect is the evening, might a woman wish to dance. She'd be greasy if she lean on me, cause I wiped the grease on my pants.
We arose from restless dead since time before
your futile presence an ancient Earth did spore
your many variants, which we gladly sting,
no matter which holy deity or king
you set against. Serqet heals but cannot cure;
guardian of Qebehsenuef; brief allure
that regards canonic jar of chitterlings,
timeless amulet that bears such hollow rings.
Our poison always threats your sweet milieu
for still we dance a promenade à deux.
My trusty twagwanger trolblasted me
I’m woken by chitterlings and crampoons
twilling and twonking
I cover my mastificle
And try to hinkle on the bandistrap
As I splurtwangle my lickersplurge
I hear mercifulous melodies
Floating down
I dash to the bubbleblaster
And pick purple pongwinkles
To brighten my ardurachlego
I’m know they’ll wilt montoliously
Releasing rancid ramifrons
Which stink of chericock cheese …
An aroma from my heriboll
It reminds me of Chuckielens
And days spent at the verileges
Of the Zazabor San Tynfartest
Oh how we gurgled and benifolded
On the banks of Virwestsicage
Chuckilens would hold my twagwanger
Inspecting it with her tiny vesticart
I miss her every single sonyploose
Ramfestingly, I’m now asticern
I perect my with ponglithwait
Visitors no longer vangleswatch
But Iggilswander on the twillsidepath
I yearn for soltroghaphy
and hipleswagfest days
happy new year,highly disappointed but still hopeful,i returned home and thought-go online sho nuff a local restaurant said, yeah we still got some; delighted I swooped down to the joint and they rationed me out a small order I said baby please! can I have at least two she replied no can do-YOU SEE THAT LINE ALL AROUND THE CORNER,THEY WANT SOME TOO AND THIS IS MY LAST POT,shucks what can I do already cooked the greens,potatoe salad and black eye peas,HAPPY NEW YEAR homey be happy and sing I got me some chitterlings!
Chitterlings
China calls them feichang
Children hold their noses
Chicharrón down on Guam
Chunchule in Chile
Chew them up with hot sauce
Chunks of pig intestines
Chitlins cookin’ at home
12/20/16
My Merry Christmas Party Pleiades Poetry Contest -Edited - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Pig feet, hog maws, chitterlings, yams, greens and cornbread,
These are some of the things that our bodies are being fed.
Fat back, ribs, neck bones, macaroni and cheese;
Our hearts and arteries are crying, please, please, please.
Buttered rice, succulent greasy peas and a thin-layered chocolate cake,
We keep pumping this in our bodies, so what is it going to take.
Hypertension, high cholesterol, or maybe even a heart attack,
To get us from eating these fatty foods and help us to face facts.
We have heard the old saying "You are what you eat."
More than half of the time our diets are incomplete.
We need to eat a well-balanced meal from the four food groups,
And every day at least five vegetables and fruit.
Drink eight glasses of water to help keep your system clean,
And one other food product that will provide some protein.
A little exercise and a good amount of rest,
Each of us is different, for you; you know what 's best.
This is not said to scold you, nor is it to criticize;
It is only put here to give you some healthy advice.
If we don't adjust the way that we are eating;
Sooner, rather than later our Master we will be meeting.