Cobbler Poems

Oh Man Peach Cobbler

Warm, sweet, delicious, and dripping with flavor
Cinnamon vanilla ice cream melts off her top
I was salivating during the baking
lovely fragrance wafted through grandma’s kitchen
Peach cobbler
Yummy!

Peach cobbler

peach cobbler
in grandma's kitchen
love on a plate

Apple Cobbler

"Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness." ~ Jane Austin

Granny Smiths, apple cobbler
Fit for a gobbler
Cinnamon and nutmeg too
Joy for me and you
Walnuts, wine, why not?
Steaming hot - 
eat!

Cobbler Man

Cobbler man spends his days fixing shoes.
Patent leather taps, and work boots too.
When he gets home his wife often complains.
Nothing works there, including two storm drains.

You hammer all day at work, but you cannot do it here?
He nods his head and says “I am too tired, my dear.”
They had to bring another cobbler in with

Cobbler Cobbler Mend My Shoe

Tim was nineteen years old, getting ready to go to university,
His parents had organised his accommodation 
A house for students, roomy, very near to outskirts of city,
His friends shared all costs, ready for their future education.
Tim went through his things at home very carefully,
Took his favourite clothes, guitar, and some trinkets,
Excitedly, finished his packing, when

A Cobbler of Saved Unmerited Grace-

unworthy of grace
I am more than I am 
I am an unjust sinner
 I'm a worldly beginner 
but Jesus found faith
God believe in His Son 
to set us free to freedom 
save by freedoms grace 
though we've fallen on our face
 God has given us Grace an internal place
 heaven
 now I am a witness

I Will Try the Cobbler Devils Delight

I will try a Bahama Mama’s Llama, I say.
She arrives in a crystal goblet. 
She’s shimmering pink with a touch of gold.
Wow! I say after taking a sip.
My eyes are blurry after the second one.

Now I shall try a Cobbler Devil’s Delight, I say.
My dinner companions try to stop me.
But I am determined. It is

Cobbler -Hlm

sits in one corner
with glue, thumb-tacks and hammer
savior of lost soles

Mr. Smith  accepts any kind of old shoes
To fix, sew and make tight ones loose
Also makes loose ones tight
Swapping your left and right
At lowest cost, trims your nails and toes

Old shoe’s life lies over the heels of a cobbler, controller of some avid shoppers.

Jan

Visualizing Warm Raspberry Cobbler

Visualizing Warm Raspberry Cobbler
I dive into the raspberry bushes with gusto
But carefully, wanting to save my soft-skinned arms and hands
Because I know the biting and chomping of the thorn's teeth.

Notice sister’s basket has a few more berries, so competition is on!
Ouch! Ow!  Haste tears up my skin in earnest
Puny tight raspberry, but it might

Cobbler Becoming Charmer

A Cobra went to the police 
to complain 
it’s Charmer doing harm 
and not in charm 

A Cobbler went to the police
all the shoes to polish 

Police asked the Cobbler
to collect the Cobra
but in terms
not to harm the Cobra polishing 
Cobbler pleased to police 

Cobbler is very charm to the Cobra
Cobra is happy and no

Peach Cobbler

moist succulent peach cobbler
fruit fresh from the tree
her cinnamon sugar crust
the perfect flake-y
most favorable
delightful
pie

To the Peach Cobbler My Desert Favorite- -

to the Peach cobbler My Desert Favorite- -
 
YUm!!! peach cobbler, you inspire me to eat.
How I love the way you’re juicy and sweet,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Dreaming about the huge seed hard and tight.

Let me compare you to a dreamy prune?
You are more beamy, creamy and solid.
Deep sun heats the gleamy

Bobby the Toddler Spilled the Hot Cobbler- -

BOBBY the TODDLER SPILLED THE HOT COBBLER- -


The toddler;
Stuck his finger in the Cobbler;
Burnt his fingers so he then hollered;
Before he dropped the bowl on the floor mama grasped him by his collar;


10/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
QUATRAIN POEM TYPE

Aunt Grace's Peach Cobbler

Around the corner and half a block away, the flavor would grab me, tie me up to some irresistible force, then drag my nose to the source of its home.  The aroma that wafted in the air and up my whiffer was sweet and warm - rich with orchards of deliciousness and cascading with

The Cobbler With the Chocolate Shoes

He worked all day and he worked all night to get each shoe in line 
 people came and people went," how much, can you fix mine ?"
 "take a number" he would say and then, he sewed in time.. 
 The cobbler man was one of a kind, he never robbed them blind
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