To start
plum tart
I scream
ice-cream
Please bake
a cake
Pinch, nudge
hot fudge
Oh my
peach pie
Oh man
great flan
Eclair
please share
Warm scone
my own
Sundae
fun day
Parfait
I'll say!
Can't stop
I'll pop!
A Christmas Table Spread
The table spread appears Christmassy
I’ve been working tirelessly, busy as a bee
My market list consists of garlic garlands and saffron
Other wild spices and cream for flan
Alaskan salmon, cranberry for ruby glaze
Fried zucchini and tangerine yams ablaze.
We start with specialty coffee and warm pineapple tamale’s
Displayed are red berries and shiny evergreen-leaf holly’s
Silver bells, gifts and holiday cards,
lit candles and gold ribbon by the yards.
Soon we’ll gather with our family and friends
And if necessary, we’ll make amends
Although it’s not a white Christmas
I know it’s genuinely spirited alas—
when the children laugh and run
I did the math, we’re all just having fun.
Wishing all…
Christmas Cheers and Happy New Year!
I Am Anaya
Christmas
12/25/2025
You say my name
It drives me insane
My soul’s been unchained
My heart’s up in flames
I can’t stop staring
I’m losing my bearing
You’re so sweet and caring
Even when you’re swearing
I stand idly by
I feel like cupid’s spy
How do I catch your eye?
Point the bow up to the sky?
I love the way you walk
I watch you like a hawk
I hear the way you talk
It makes me wanna stalk
I belong in a cell
In my mind you dwell
In my heart you fell
I’m obsessed oh well
The light switch flips
I think of those lips
Your hands on my hips
We touch fingertips
An Aquarius man
You were never the plan
You’re as bad as the klan
But you’re sweet like flan
Slaughter me like a lamb
This love could be a scam
But I don’t give a damn
I’ll be your biggest fan
jam
it’s
sweeter than ham
stickier than a dam
spreadier than a ram
welcomier than spam
jarier than a can
jellier than a plan
though
not drivier than a van
not talkier than a man
not blowier than a fan
not cuddlier than a gran
not crustier than a flan
not detailier than a scan
jam
I saw it there and stopped for a while,
perched dainty at the top of the pile
of crockery, grubby, crazed and old
at the yard sale, waiting to be sold.
A teacup; white dots on baby blue;
the same my mother would sip her brew
of pale Earl Grey, in her Sunday best,
though only on days we had a guest;
usually her mother, my gran.
On matching plate, a strawberry flan
they ate, poured more tea, smoked cigarettes
talked about their woes and rising debts.
Other times, the cups were put away
in a glass cabinet, on display.
My sister and I would take them out
pour pretend tea from the teapot’s spout.
We always thought our mother didn’t know
she did; we found out a while ago.
“How much for the old blue cup,” I say
“ten cents,” he said, took it right away.”
APPETIZER
flavorful, tasty
savoring, inviting, whetting
hors d’oeuvres, antipasto; flan, chocolate
mouth-watering, finishing, salivating
delicious, homemade
DESSERT
June 2, 2021
What is that thing? My husband asked in a persnickety way and not with glee.
I pretended I had no idea he was pointing to my new pal, Poindexter Cat.
Is it a dog? He queried. “It looks like a weird Chihuahua if you ask me.
The best idea I ever had came to me instantly, as cat curled up on the mat.
Yes! I readily agreed, that is a new kind of Chihuahua a magnificent dog!
For my husband is allergic to cats, and would never have agreed to one.
It sure is skinny, he said. Have you fed it? Please note our other pet is a hog.
I gave him some dog biscuits and dog food, I lied. I am dishonest you see.
Its head is so weird, my husband continued. Make it stop looking at me.
Poindexter was glaring at him as if he was the Devil’s right hand man.
He is a curious animal, I told him. Let him be. He wants to see all he can see.
My husband and “Poin” became the best of friends and shared some flan.
They went to the circus, and watched the acrobats and the lion.
Luckily, they were both wearing mask and they were hard of hearing.
I do not need him to know that Poindexter is a cat and I am ly’n.
If he finds out, I will be the one booted out, I am now fearing.
Fairy Light was terrified when she saw witch’s pan.
Bold bubbling eyeballs floating from a mail man.
Frog was swimming casually. Said he had a plan.
“First though, girl, I have to work on my tan.”
Fairy Light was released by head of the Witches Clan.
I am afraid frog stayed too long, was turned into delicious flan.
Aloo pie Apple crisp pie gives me gimmie pie
Apple crumble Australian meat pie
Banana cream pie,
Bacon and egg pie
Caramel tart Canelé pie
Derby pie
Empanada, Egg tart pie
Flan pie
Gibanica pie
Homity pie
I juz lov me sum all kinds of pies
Jamaican patty pie
Key lime pie
Lemon ice box pie , Lemon meringue pie
Mince pie , Mississippi mud pie
Neenish Tart pie
Öçpoçmaq-Echpochmak pie
Peach pie , Pumpkin pie
Quiche pie
Raisin pie
Shaker lemon pie, Southern tomato pie shortcrust pastry
Tiropita pie
Umm! all them pies, types on my mind pie, pie, pie
Vlaai pie
Walnut pie
X solent yummy yum-yum got yo get me some
Zelnik pies juz B 4 my eyes down my throat to my stomach, Yum!
7/31/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
I treated this strange creature with great care
I knew she was not human, so unfair
She looked like my old cat before it died
Someone give her food, make sure it’s fried
She could not mew nor bark nor did she speak
I did not tell her that she was a freak
She liked to use her hair as a defence
Peering out as if in recompense
But if I’d cut it off, she would have screamed
As she watched the music fly in streams
She saw her visions and she talked to Lights
Noone human is vouchsafed such sights
But still I liked to gorge on her cheese flan
She might not act quite human but who can?
Share this:
My name is Nate
I'm looking for a mate who can carry this crate and can't wait to follow our fate and is old enough to not be jailbait. We will have one date by his mother's garden gate I will most likely be late and the mother will hate at this rate but this need I have to satiate.
I see Stan! He says "Hi I'm Stan. I have a plan to drive a van to Japan to buy a tan fan from my Nan who's name is Fran and she bakes flan with the clan in Taipan.
There's a ban brought on by Princess Anne and her dog Han for my brother Dan who's dating Jan. She used to be a man. We will put in your crate my pan that I purchased in Iran from an Arabian lesbian that chews bran and reads from the quoran in the back of a pink sedan.
I'm Stan"
I said "I'm Nate. That's great. But you're ugly."
on
the menu
crabs
clam
alfalfa
salad
lasagna
pasta
salsa
with
tramasalata:
carp
sprats
&prawns
parma ham
jam
tarts
and
banana
flan
There was a frail man from Japan,
Who tripped and fell whene'er he ran, He walked with a chop stick, As his bones would squeak,
And used his fingers to eat his flan.
There once was a man with a plan.
The man with the plan was named Stan.
Stan's plan as a man
was flan from a can
which he named Stan the Man's Canned Flan.
There's something I can't figure out.
It's divisive, if I may.
A never-ending question about
Why today is called Pie day.
I won't mince words, I cannot lie
Crusty as I may feel
I've always enjoyed a piece of pie
A nice addition to a meal.
But why celebrate in March today?
Pie is eaten all year long
A circular dish, a tart, flan, souffle.
Or have I the answer wrong?
Some other meaning must lie beneath
Oh well. Happy March fourteenth.
3.14.2017
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