The reason I can’t use drugs,
Is because even when sober,
I find reality,
So unrecognizable from fantasy.
Unprovoked, your image emerges,
That light beam of a smile,
A face I can’t stop staring at,
Even when I’m kissing it.
I’m really not one to lust (lies),
But I hope for a feeling more meaningful,
Still, WOW! What a sweet small of a back,
My hands are forever grateful.
I am writing this, really, because I feel stuck,
Because attempting to move deeper,
Is a gamble with luck,
It's a contest with option A who hovers around you af.
It's a demanding of affection,
An admittance to needing your attention,
A hoping to adhered expectation,
And disgustingly open communication.
I can’t have that,
I was gonna be a bad this year,
As red as I wanted to get this month,
I'm saving my tear.
My special aunt loved
life in the open country-
city bus made runs to town.
I loved to visit
we would cook, laugh and dress up-
then take city bus to town.
Young wife won't cook
No strife, checkbook
The cheese was felt chewy at lunch,
I found after a long-drawn munch.
What could have been amiss?
I’d left the wrap on cheese,
Reflecting long I had the hunch.
With that ended great whim--
My Michelin-Cook dream,
Collapsed which as if in a bunch.
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Limerick |07.09.2025| humour, dream
Flippin patties, fresh and hot,
SpongeBob’s grill is the best spot.
The secret formula, a secret so tight,
Makes the Krabby Patty just right!
Flippin’ fast with perfect skill,
Each patty cooked with extra thrill.
He loves his job, he’s full of cheer,
But he’s messy, and sometimes weird.
With cheese and buns, he’s set to go,
Serving up patties with a big hello!
Bikini Bottom knows his name,
SpongeBob’s patties bring him fame!
With every flip and every bite,
They bring us joy from day to night!
Baku and the Swedish cook
It sounds impossible, but 72 years ago, I was
a galley-boy on an old tank ship loading
oil for Iceland, a country with watery beer
Baku, I remember the long avenue, empty
of people and poorly lit.
The cook and I had gone ashore, and we were
the only one who dared me, because I had
not been brainwashed, and the cook who
was Swedish, Stige Hellander, his name, and
a communist
There was a party somewhere near the men
Who wore a double-breasted suit to grow in
and padded shoulder, making them look odd
Oh, yes, they were party functionaries
Stige, the cook, enjoyed himself with free vodka.
They put it in a corner with a bottle of milk
and bars of chocolate, until it was time to go
back onboard, Stige, the cook, sang rude songs
Now, seventy-two years later, I learn that Baku
is not in Russia
Sun burns
Skin turns
Red raw
And sore
Next curse
Much worse
Shaking
Sweating
Twitching
Itching
Scratching
Whinging
Dying
Crying
Peeling
Spreading
Heat stroke
No joke
Best thing
Having
Sun cream
Regime
Fake tan
Safe plan
Self cook
Bad look.
Let's eat, let's Cook, let's host, let's talk.
I'm thinking of Onions and olive oil,
as Our hungry friends watch us like a hawk,
and wait by the Kitchen for stew to boil.
The most fun I've ever had, I Would say,
is cooking with you. I've said it, okay!
Let's plan a recipe, Take off to the store,
then we'll measure, we'll Heat, and we'll pour.
Join Me, won't you, in cooking and chopping,
Soon we'll be Eating, but first, we'll be hopping.
if you depended on cooking book, you would not have a delicious cook
Problem Statement, cook county, sheriff in style !
My father’s daughter was engaged to my father’s sister’s son.
My father’s mother opted out to have a side to join the festive eve.
She (narrator) stopped as she (interpreter) intervened.
O yeah! Your tortilla and your taco and your feeling!!!!!
Self reliance and legacy of family tradition.
Whom to say? To usher a may?
My father’s niece was engaged to my father’s nephew.
My father’s mother opted out (to die before) to join the festive eve.
When I want to cook others beg me to stop.
I once baked a cake that when rolled could hop.
We made it into balls and watched it go down the walk.
Some of it was whisked away by a determined chicken hawk.
Hope that bird does not die, my sister said.
She loves to cook, can make pies, puddings and bread.
If I try to make a hamburger, it scorches black in the pan.
I am the worst cook in Kansas, you can ask my man.
Out of desperation he learned to cook.
He is a really great chef, can maneuver the nook.
Which is to say the kitchen which I begged the builder to leave out.
That put his knickers in a knot, the man swore and gave a shout.
She does not cook, she is really bad at it, my husband explained.
I was going to try cookies yesterday, but everyone complained.
They have cleaned up my messes, and none wanted to do it again.
Luckily I live close to my baking, cooking sister; she is my twin.
Cockroach germs come off their feet
Walking on used dishes with left over sweet
Cook goes after the bug with a yellow broom
Cockroach runs rapidly out of the kitchen room
Cook thinks everything will now be okay
Not knowing the roach laid forty eggs that day
in the cupboard under the kitchen sink
the eggs are cozy, sort of in the pink.
Remove outer sleeve and packaging
Place in large oven proof dish
Ride dolphins perpendicular to the beach
Paint weightlessness with fluorescent paint
Season to taste and add thoughts provided
Bake on medium heat for real before serving
The humble cook
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for transforming
food into a work of art on a plate to let taste buds run
amok, should you eat the food and not take a photo
of the dish, hang it on the wall, food/art made by
a famous chef who has lent his name to other things
and is now a millionaire, often appearing on TV
Should you find a hair fallen off a beard or some other orifices, wrap it in plastic, and sell it on eBay?
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