Chowder Poems - Poems about Chowder

Despicable How it drips down the side Bubbling up from the innards of the pot I can hear the sizzling The smell of the butter drenched corn I throw in a bit of salt and pepper To spice up the contents Cream splashes up, upon my cheek I leave it. The light burning sensation begins to fade As I step away, breathing...

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Our roots run deep into the Philadelphia bells of acoustical waves of your musical melodies, sound in my distant ear, the sailors storm on the wooden ferry I ride, into the depths, of a swamps crossing, saved by the mind, we traveled together with a song in a line, oceans wake we travel across to...

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Shay play chowder me, a miracle of motion still a movin’ Just a waste masks the Master of all design Walk we upright in the deficit of night Depth of darkness not repeated in the generations of beings Bent a willing root dimension three Welcome gnashing, it’s only me Pass me by again today, no message to receive Partition-on my friend to...

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A Chowder Of Cats There's a chowder of cats on the corner an exultation of larks in the sky a troop of monkeys high in the trees where the rhino's doth daily crash by A pack of dogs patrolling the lane-way a herd of cows at rest in the byre a bellow of bullfinches grasping hawthorn A mischief of mice staying warm by...

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Too much drink, someone had just implied When she passed out, it couldn't be denied Face down in stew Rising askew "There's a soup in my hair!", she then cried A man said, "You're having trouble I see!" "May I buy your meal and some coffee?" She brushed off rice And said, "Coffee's nice!" "But it looks like the meal is on me!"...

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Oh, clam chowder, how I would love You to be like the thing you claim you taste of. You're seafood, soup, potatoes, all warm And bubbling in a splendrous, thick liquid form. Your amount of potatoes, though is extensive, Because I guess that clam is just too expensive To be present in amounts that meet my desires. But I suppose you'd be...

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Manhattan Clam Chowder Warm and wet a real delight...

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