Donald Trump
jumping hundreds of humps
chowing quite a bit of rumps, red faced
wonder if he suffered mumps, imagine him laced …
Categories:
chowing, america, funny, giggle, hilarious,
Form: Clerihew
An “ex” phones up to tell me that she’s broke:
Republicans get beaten in a vote:
unwary tourists, chowing down on goat:
some moron doesn’t understand my joke:
uncomprehending, tells me that I’m “woke”:
destroying doubters with a Dumas quote.
The Sinking of the Maine – that hapless boat
was downed by Randolph Hearst’s own payroll folk,
and not the Cubans. Furnishing the fact
to someone who’s been clueless all this while
is gratifying. Quarter-backs get sacked,
but idiots are taken down with guile.
Exposing crass stupidity with tact,
and subtle humour. These things make me smile.
Categories:
chowing, smile,
Form: Sonnet
Thanksgiving Day is the word
Someone giving me the bird
Cranberries and pumpkin pie
Mashed potatoes catch my eye
Casseroles and deviled eggs
Buttered corn and turkey legs
Salads, rolls, and cobblers deep
After dinner fast asleep
A couple hours, hear me snore
Wide awake, I want some more
Chowing down, I just can't stop
Now I think I'm gonna pop
Categories:
chowing, thanksgiving day,
Form: Rhyme
Buffalo wings, buffalo wings, buffalo wings
when I was young, just a boy
the skies overflowed with flying buffalo.
Take shelter for if you looked up
splat on your face from a buffalo butt
Now the poor creatures grounded for we clip their wings
deep fried and tasty sauces they are a favorite food thing
Herds of buffalo floating in the sky
kids waving at them as they mozy by
Peaceful and plentiful wouldn't hurt a fly
but sad for them their wings we fried
Poor buffaloes on foot they must roam
no longer in the air can they call home
Buffalo hunting a dangerous sport indeed
shot from the sky hunters squashed for their deed
O poor bison how now life must stink
hunted for their wings on the brink of extinct
So when chowing down on their tasty wings
watching sports with friends gathering
Why is the taste not what your expecting
cause buffalo wings taste just like chicken.
Categories:
chowing, food, funny, humor, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Are through the roof!
We can always eat cat or
dog food!
Meow, meow! Woof, woof!
Add spices, salsa and noodles.
The whole, yummy kit and kaboodle.
~I hereby name it~
…Socialist Spam Stroodle……
At least we had our glorious puncture.
Chowing down now...at Fauci Juncture!
10/15/2021
Will post tomorrow ??
Categories:
chowing, giggle,
Form: Rhyme
Been chowing down on Mini Wheat
Since I was a young lad it's oh so sweet
Probably an acre by now
Milk from Bessie the cow
This breakfast supreme simply can't be beat
Categories:
chowing, happy,
Form: Limerick
Noon meal at the nursing home
and everyone is there
chowing down and talking.
Before dessert is served there’s
an announcement to be made
and Maxine is the one to do it
from somewhere in the room.
But few can see her since she’s tiny
just turned 90 and cannot stand.
She’s been doing this for years
and once she starts talking even
the deaf believe they hear.
She's their Aretha when she booms
“Let’s be in the day room, folks, at 3.
It’s our flu shot time of year."
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
chowing, age,
Form: Blank verse
A plate of deep-fried chicken,
Slaw and greens and ice-cold beer
Did provide the perfect harmony
For what we came to hear.
When the blues is on the menu,
Southern fare is de rigueur
And the biscuits, honey-buttered,
Only added to the lure.
While the saxophone was wailing
And guitar strings nimbly picked,
We were chowing down on vittles,
Fingers prim and proper licked.
The proprietor was clever
In the name that he did choose
For we savored every moment
Of the biscuits and the blues.
"Biscuits and Blues" is a blues club in San Francisco
Categories:
chowing, food, music,
Form: Rhyme
Been chowing down Post Shredded Wheat
Since I was a young lad it's oh so sweet
Probably an acre by now
Milk from Bessie the cow
This breakfast supreme simply can't be beat
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
chowing, food, love,
Form: Limerick
1.
Calm descends,
feathery, misty, settling gently on this city’s breath.
Elusive sleep,
teases,
hiding amongst the clouds,
while silver ribbons of moonlight, caress the concrete.
2.
Midnight in Jo’burg,
alone, in this wild-eyed, crazy city,
warm and cruel at once,
ragged, torn, sublime,
brimming with African life,
alive in an African summer night.
3.
Zimbabwe, you are us,
Morocco is infused in our veins,
Nigeria lingers on our wet kisses,
Malawi, we are you.
4.
A continental mosaic,
the smells of Cairo,
and sounds of Dakar,
soaked in tastes of Addis,
mingle on my city’s streets.
5.
We are all, African.
‘They’ are not the other,
we are ‘them’, tossed in a communal pot,
sipping mampoer*,
and chowing pap and vleis*,
in my city,
my Jozi**,
your Jo’burg**,
our eGoli**
_____
* – a home-brewed drink, and a maize-meal porridge and meat.
** – all names refer to Johannesburg.
Categories:
chowing, forgiveness, freedom, history, hope,
Form: I do not know?
Let me tell you about a guy Pete.
If it’s true that we are what we eat,
he would just have to be
loved by everybody
because he would be something sweet!
On sweets Pete could never get full,
so he’d eat all his cakes and pies whole!
With each passing year
his widening rear
more resembled a large jelly roll.
With gusto Pete daily transgressed,
chowing down on desserts he liked best,
never giving one thought
to the things that he ought -
like that thing going wrong in his chest. . . .
It occurred after Pete had dug in
to some pastries, his favorite sin.
In his chair Pete had plopped
when his heart simply stopped -
But his jelly smeared mouth wore a grin!
For the "Die A 'Fun' Death Contest Poetry Contest"
hosted by Natalie the Rogue Rhymer
Categories:
chowing, food, funny,
Form: Limerick
Memories of days gone by,
sitting at the old lunch counter
chowing down a patty melt
and a chocolate malted
with fries that were so fresh
and hot. Shopping there was
such a joy that found me there
on Saturday afternoon and many
times during the week also.
What a thrill walking up and down
those aisles searching oh, just searching
for things no longer with us, now they
can be found in a collectors shop,
for prices much higher than we paid
many years ago.
Woolworth's why did you leave us?
Your store was such a pleasure to
visit and to just spend some time with
friends and family. Christmas shopping
was done there each year and now you're gone.
Why, oh why did you leave us?
Written 7-10-11
Categories:
chowing, childhood, nostalgia
Form: Free verse
That’s not my elephant, this here’s Ella my wife
She claims the extra pounds came with her change of life
She now takes ballet, but watching her dance in tights
Sends chills down my spine and gives second graders frights
Her plate’s piled high with lasagna and spaghetti
Chowing down on our drive to the Serengeti
I think every husband should have a bill of rights
“Euthanasia,” I’ll plead, when they read her last rites
Categories:
chowing, funny
Form: Couplet