Menu of Eating Pets Poems
naughty always knew
Trump mira lago menu
he will continue
cat creole soup
chewy cat clam chowder
flabby tabby patty
oodles of poodles with noodles
collie named Molly hit by trolley
always love lean lab
cat dying in mortal combat
putrid pit bull pot pie
candied cuddly kitten cutlets
BBQ 'ed Burned Beagle on bagel
Remaining Raked over roadkill
about pet eating
from my list am deleting
Trump have been beating
Trump have pets deported
out from us Trump escorted
people Trump shorted
Categories:
cutlets, allegory, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
Djewbe Pollo and Porc and bife
Batter and fry golden brown
6 chicken breast
6 pork cutlets
6 flank steaks
Prepare
5 carrots peeled and diced
4 tablespoons of minced garlic
1 cup of zucchini
1&1/2 diced red onion
1 cup of carrots
1 Sprig of rosemary
1 Sprig of thyme
9 pre cooked potatoes ) microwave( or parsnips)
Cut into dices
2 red peppers sliced
2 green peppers sliced
5 cup of steamed cabbage
3 cups of raw broccoli
2 cups sun dried tomatoes
2 cups baby corn
2 tablespoons of cayenne
3 tablespoons lemon zest
4 tablespoons lemon juice
6 tablespoons sesame seed oil
2 cups vegetable stock
2 cups chicken stock
1&1/2 cups of white wine
3 tablespoons of brown sauce
Layer meat first, top with veggies
Cover with foil bake for 1 hour
Drain some sauce and thicken.
Serve with yeast rolls!
Now that's Supper!
Categories:
cutlets, encouraging, food,
Form: Classicism
If, in culinary quarters, thin-sliced, Crisco’d chicken orders go as cutlets,
Then are coupled quatrain quarters, when arranged in rhyming order, christened couplets?
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(For the ‘Your Best Rhyming Couplet’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L Milton Hankins
2/5/22)
Categories:
cutlets, humorous,
Form: Couplet
To you my love I do propose
Cursory couplets to compose.
What sort of short verse would you hear
In short iambic rhyme my dear:
Coupled couplets in a couplet?
Coupled cutlets in a couplet?
Or perhaps a brace of bears bare?
Perhaps a pair of pears to pare?
Surely none, you have too much sense
As such poetry gives offense.
Date Written: 1/17/2022
Contest: C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
cutlets, humor, poetry, proposal, silly,
Form: Couplet
'Oh God! from where to start'
Is what comes first in my mind,
When I sit for a grand dine;
Who cares about getting fat,
Who cares about gaining weight,
When the soul and the tongue
Together craves for the ultimate taste. Momos, cutlets, fish fingers or burgers,
Are like a divine blessing to all the foodies,
And are the mind delighter as starters.
No it's really difficult,
To keep out panipuri, idli, dhokla and vada
Out of my craving list;
Seriously nothing can fetch me immense pleasure,
Other than a mega feast.
Whenever I step out of my house,
I can't resist myself from trying out
The dishes of those roadside stalls,
And if not that then at least
Some cookie, chocolate or chips from malls,
Surely will have a space in my stomach at any cost.
Perhaps every foodie thinks in such a way,
Till the time you live,
Give your taste a treat everyday.
Anything like healthy or junk doesn't matter,
When am happy to see that food served on my platter;
After all it's me who will enjoy that aesthetic taste,
So it's not that bad,
To have the tag of foodie written on my face.
Categories:
cutlets, 12th grade, art, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
The chicken soup and matzoh balls
Are ready for the pot.
The hard-boiled eggs are in the fridge.
(We never eat them hot.)
The items for the Seder plate
All wait for their debut,
With my homemade charoses.
(Google if you have no clue.)
The chicken cutlets, farfel-topped
And stuffing made from same
Will share the table with some veggies,
Sautéed to acclaim.
Of course, there’ll be gefilte fish
With horseradish (so hot!)
And grape juice or sweet Kosher wine,
Which really hits the spot.
With home-baked brownies and
Some cookies vying for dessert
Along with lotsa matzoh,
There’s an “Oy, I’m stuffed!” alert.
But all the food is not, to me,
The most important part -
It’s sharing these traditions with
Those closest to my heart.
Categories:
cutlets, holiday, jewish,
Form: Rhyme
Hey diddle diddle, dee
Mother Goose is cool
She's a kid's teaching tool.
Nursery rhymes, you rock.
I've read you all my life,
and as adult full-grown
made up some of my own.
Here 's one you've never heard:
Hey diddle diddle, dee,
Cat’s fiddle is too loud.
The cow seeds a cloud
and drops fall down.
Milk rains like cats and dogs;
but if the dogs should laugh
they morph into a calf.
Fiddle-dee-dee!
As veal cutlets mushroom,
veal scallopini thrives.
Dish jokes with spoons and knives
“Here’s the beef.”
July 8, 2019
'You and yours, lets get personal any theme thereupon, any form, in my FINAL' Poetry Contest by Brian Strand.
Nursery rhymes likely have had more impact than I realize
on my joy in writing poetry, the rhythm and rhyme and make-believe.
Categories:
cutlets, 11th grade, childhood, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
If you are going to attempt a waltz in a spotty teapot costume complete with a lid then do remember not to partake in tea drinking beforehand because the liquid might ruin the material and thus render the authenticity of the costume. People then would not quite believe that the waltz was going to be preformed by a tea pot for the fabric would be unsuitable to maintain an act. Acts admirably administer admirable and administrative actions. And a duty bound club of a chosen cup formation is now passing down the streets of the towns to clink and wave their handles at passers-by. And passers-by are neither Portarlington polestars pulsating, pink pine poles picking pogos. And neither are they decagonal in diameter. Disc like then. Good. Spin spin spin. Great. An electrical elephant prancing in a printed gown with a pointy hat. A peanut is very very inebriated and fell off a cushion. Left angled mirror equals four wheels driving to a dunk. Xxxxx authentication z z znz at thirty six hollering hula hooping hummus humps to twenty one beef cutlets in tight trousers. Z
Categories:
cutlets, art,
Form: I do not know?
you’re not adams apple
the fruits from tree of the knowledge
of good and evil
in the middle of the garden of eden
in genesis
yet at you
the round oranges of this afternoon-town
i stare
and my pate gradually
becomes pregnant
the wind that comes after
having a touch of your lips
puts the waging of its tail on my forehead
and my guava-leaf begins to melt
thus my hardware-business is going
into liquidation
the physician to the king is telling
it’s the symptom of an awful fever attended with
the morbidity of the three humours of the body
used and used and used
your smile has not yet become
stupid
so from where the lamp-posts of the
town start
there are the cutlets and the bolster
they are not the only to utter the last words
i’m too
in this summer
trying to decorate
the gate of my cage like wedding ceremony
if any soundless dew-drop comes
to prepare and feed me
my birth-day frumenty
but i’ve no tongue
at all
all over the face there are only the eyes
and to the fate of my staring-at
has ever so much blessings been available
Categories:
cutlets, fantasy
Form: Free verse
.
Copper tone tan
that contemptible soul
not even my cutlass
her knowing its quickness
to make cutlets
cured her cravings for
me to complete
counting sundays
CUNNILINGUS
Categories:
cutlets, funny,
Form: Free verse
Skillet is hot
belly is empty
so in goes
the pork cutlets
to fulfill
our needs of
a great supper
to be.
wrote 11-20-08
Categories:
cutlets,
Form: Free verse