Bizarre and illogical
the successions of images
unthinking in the mind
the mixture of visual
experiences influenced by
the happening's of the
wakened world
ideas, emotions and sensations
Frustrations from the debate of
two people who believed that building
a bridge over the Cook Strait was
a good idea.
His restless mind found him trouble
he dreamed of him being on
a horse
along side a woman on
her horse
with ice-cream in there back pockets
with horses following them
It's beleived he awaken from
the dream inspired to
to build an under ground amphitheater
there he'd televise shows
across the world
Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs
When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss
Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat mush and ground junk
My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore
Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore
So such is the life of this senior type dude
Head for the washroom, each time I eat food
Food disappears like famous greased lightning
Or I sit there for hours, really quite frightening
Irregularity's my name, I'm “IRREG” for short
Hope an operation, I don't have to resort
An artificial esophagus transplanted in me
So I can go regular like it once used to be
Oh for the days when I could eat all that junk
Those days are gone, who woulda thunk
That one day I'd be eating my morning cereal
Laced with Metamucil or some such material!
Tomorrow I’m eating fries, Marion,
It gives me full of pep,
Yellows, walleye, salty,
I will eat hot fries.
Tomorrow I’m eating fries, Marion,
Belgians, sweet flamingos,
Walloon girls, redheaded girls,
Out of the oven, all hot.
Eating fries is not stupid
English, golden, or Norwegian,
The fries it gives a hell of a peach
Tomorrow, Marion, give me the fries.
Demain, je mange des frites, Marion,
Ça me donne voyons, une sacrée frite,
Des jaunes, des dorées, des salées,
Je mangerai des frites chaudes, moi.
Demain, je mange des frites, Marion,
Des belges, des flamandes douces,
Des wallonnes, des filles rousses,
Sorties du four, toutes chaudes.
Manger des frites, ce n’est pas bête
Anglaises, dorées, ou norvégiennes,
Les frites ça donne une sacrée pêche
Demain, Marion, tu me donnes la frite.
Before I became a bag of potatoes
I used to be as pencil thin as any salty chip.
I had a pencil thin mustache,
pencil thin legs,
pencil thin neck,
in fact all my appendages
were said to be pencil thin.
You might suppose that my pencil is thin,
but no,
it is actually a fountain pen
and it is as fat as a potato
I carry it behind one of my cauliflower ears.
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 the paper
Don't decant to a plate
'Saves washing up'
And besides it tastes great
The angels in heaven
Look downward in awe..
As the humans devour
Much of what they adore
One of life's simple pleasures
Take a peek, there are many
Eating chips by the sea
Can't be beaten by any
Jinjagoliath
2nd July 2023
*in the UK French fries are 'chips'
The whole world knows that
Adding vinegar to chips and fish
Turns the whole offering into
An almost Earth shattering dish,
But how many people know,
How many people realise
The amazing effect to be had
By adding Mayo to your fries.
Almost a Damascus Road event
The first time that you try it
Just take the humble spud
And very quickly deep fry it
Then take a huge dollop of
That thick yellow stuff
Don’t worry just how much
You can never have enough.
A nice thick blob to make
A very tasty tasty dip
Then use one by one
On every single chip.
An explosion of joy
Follows each immersion
It really is a case of
Taste bud subversion.
Oh vinegar can be nice
It never ever goes to waste
But lather on the yellow stuff
For that cosmopolitan taste.
It’s the simpler things in life
That can give it zest and glow
Like a bag of red hot chips
And a splodge of Mayo.
You can keep your Fine Dining,
Your food artfully arranged
Your Meat barely cooked,
Oh how things have changed,
Just give me fish and ‘taties,
Wrapped and ready to go
To be Eaten with the fingers
Hot fish and ‘taties alfresco
Cheesy fries hot
Cheesy fries cold
Some like them hot
Some like them cold
Cheesy fries in the fridge
Nine months old
A giant portion of French fries
Can make a meal auspicious,
So crisp and yum but, no surprise,
Not really too nutritious.
Of course, I have to recognize
This choice is not judicious
But it is worth ballooning thighs
For something so delicious.
Crazy.
I thought of those recurring words.
the ones that always come back.
will they one day save me?
nonsense as a simple interjection.
or the last word of an old movie.
the way my mom says 'never'.
or a strange last name.
the brand of a product already out of the market.
and that's all that occurs to me now,
while playing 'death in june' on spotfy
and I eat french fries with paprika,
salt and ketchup.
hot afternoon in the south of the planet,
coca cola is out of gas and I don't care
because I think about the ice cream later...
I miss when I was a teenager,
by this time I would be in my room,
in front of the mirror,
squeezing pimples,
imagining how I would conquer the world.
Frazzled more than dazzled by her new employer, Mrs. Fries.
This weird job she had taken was worse than her last four tries.
She could not believe they were progressively rude and unkind.
The plausibility of this possibility had never entered her mind.
The boss, an arrogant man, with a concrete crocodile smile.
Would have been surprised to know she had his number already.
His charming manner he could easily increase up and down by dial.
Name of Frederick Pomp Peaburger Junior; we called him Freddy.
He dialed up the dial, and pretended to be suave, debonair and quick.
In actuality, this moron was a Mama’s Boy, arrogant, irritating and slick.
Fries figured this pouting banana out before lunch that very first day.
He was okay seconds until his mouth and his mind got in his own way.
So, Mrs. Fries was on to another job hunt, I think this was seventy-two.
The company fill apart, because Daddy died, and junior was no glue.
The Mama’s boy’s pout got bigger and longer every single solitary day.
Mrs. Fries did not have to see it, for she was squirrelled safely away.
Those hot dogs and fries
It's warm and enjoyable.
It has a salty style
And an awesome mustard ketchup
Yum! I eat them all up
7/5/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Northern vagabond
winter is coming to peck you apart
it has a black ice heart
as it kisses your blue lips
the blood will leave the limbs
to protect the soul of the heart.
but city people won't bring you in.
They've just clawed from under- a summer of blood
their conditioned not to trust your skin color.
Country folk are no better though
they stoke the hearth
the dirty nails of Jesus- crack the yellow blinds
no food is birthed from these hollow times.
head south vagabond
follow the heartbeat of the sun.
At least you can dream in conch and tangerine...
but here to, the people won't lend hand.
but you'll have the soothe of salty air, a pillow of warm sand.
The ocean breeze will play alto sax
a choir of gulls will tell you about God...
For half a French fry.
Have a degree in psychology “Do you want fries with that?”
This is today's world so what's ahead, what will be hatched
Life at the bottom
Sadly till autumn
Then we sail off into the sunset but there are many gaps
Burgers, fries, wings and beer,
All my family and friends are here,
Ice cream, cake, pizza and pop,
It looks like the food will never stop.
Every Sunday always the same,
We share the love while watching the game,
Are you happy or sad if they lose?
It depends on which side you chose.
Watching some quarterback or a batter,
Or a movie it really doesn’t matter,
The important thing is we are together,
And that can get no better.
So pass the pizza, then some beer and coke,
Make some fun then tell a joke,
Will they win, sneak a peek,
We cant wait til next week.
Aha! Exercise... I thought you said extra fries!
Rather have extra fries, but can cause larger thighs
So I must conform
To which I'm lukewarm
Must pay attention or cause my premature demise
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