Fried Poems - Poems about Fried

Chocolate is for me, Color me beautiful. Can dip fried bacon or, Crunchy with lots of nuts. Could live with pineapple, Causing smiles everywhere. Candy box is great gift....

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My husband likes chicken fried steak I am not fond of it But I like the potatoes and gravy on top I decided to give the chicken another try It was not for me, so I cut it into sixths for our dogs. They both turned up their noses at it. Is it that they are too well fed Or their taste...

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Fried noodles, Sister New shop open Business is booming Other delicious menu dish For family life hard work The better luck I praise you....

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Seeing the beauty Frying noodles, vegetables My drooling flow out....

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Let summer table Full of fried rice noodles cup While telling fable....

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With no specific tone or direction. And , than suddenly: Whoomp! the tone began to change it devloped into a"whoomping groove" it's beleived to dereive from Pickett the lyrics said early one morning I ran out and hollered my voice echo'd down to the swamps went down to the water wiff my pale cloudly and humid: man called for strong wind and hail I...

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Lee had fried her face She had fried her hair Sitting in the sun Outside her beachfront lair She was all spotted now Her skin was mottled and wrinkled. Her face was splotchy like a cow Her neck was hard and crinkled You fried your face! You fried your hair! This was said by her sister. Lee replied “I don’t care!”...

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Heat that frying pan with some cooking oil we are frying eggs no time to boil Crack them eggs and let them fry polk the yolk and let the eggs slide Flip it over so both sides white salt and pepper to delight Not to boost like mine on toast Two slices of American cheese, yes please Melt it on top of that...

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Waiting for chips* Hungry at noon Vinegar, salt Use a fork not a spoon Eat by the sea Where the waves are unhurried Peas that are mushed Sauce that is curried Two slices of bread A chip butty create Overloading my buds Luscious carbohydrate There are pies. There are peas There is gravy and fish Loading it all on your tray Pile it up as you wish.. Unwrap from...

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There once was an overweight chicken Who feared she'd become finger lickin' She let out a loud squawk At the sight of a fork And shot from the Coop panic stricken 3 November 2022 Syllable counter.. poetry soup...

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Lyricvixen's Fried Wonton Recipe childlike memories with an adult like twist (just: a tiny dollop + ketchup & mustard & pickles ?? a McDonald's Mickey D's thing going on ) 1.) ?? first overnight "soaking" 1/4 cup to 1/2 cup = RICE (WHY = https://allpoetry.com/poem/14723469-Why-Soak-Rice-Overnight-by-Verlecia) note - make for: breakfast, lunch, OR ----- dinner (put all your ingredients on...

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Lyricvixen's Louisiana Boneless Fried Chicken Lyricvixen's Louisiana Boneless Fried Chicken 1.) 4 - 6 medium small = raw boneless chicken strips 2.) 1/2 cup = flour (used self-rising or any) 3.) 1/4 cup = Louisiana Seasoning, crispy fish fry (or the hot one) (small bowl) A.) cooking oil - I don't us a...

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Lyricvixen's Easy Fried Rice for two or three Recipe 1.) 1/2 TBSP = butter 2.) 1/2 cup = onions (or one tbsp of dry onions) 3.) one Clove = garlic minced ( 1 tsp garlic powder or 1/2 tsp garlic granules) 4.) one cup + 1/2 cup = cooked boiled...

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It's so hot this afternoon Pink tongue sticks to silver spoon Ice cream melts despite the cherry I drool to cool dish with strawberry. My brunch made is hot fudge cake With ice cream in the middle And a grand strawberry milkshake So tasty that makes me giggle And the entree fried ice cream with fried pickles to dip All so...

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Today if I'm anxious I will listen to the wind. I will hear the birds calling one another or just chirping to be heard. I will look around me and describe the brown tree with green moss on its side. The cinder block grey and a leaf inside. The sun orange and warming. A cloud ,fluffy and white. The man with...

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