Fritter Poems - Poems about Fritter

An old man who looked somewhat young But after he had a song sung Held tightly to his right lung And to a nearby chair clung … An Old Man who now truly looked it: Blotches on a weak skin poorly lit; He had many times dared a twitter And in his lungs they proved a hitter … Then, why wouldn’t he...

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I am corruption A citizen of all Nations The UN calls me complex social, cultural and economic phenomenon Nevertheless, I do not mind Countries of the world detest me publicly However, they romance me secretly So I relocated to Africa To become a citizen of many African countries Where I thrive with impunity I am embezzlement of public fund I am the looting of public...

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After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she will never understand in light of all those other poems she says I wrote about those other women before she drove north. And so I tell her once again I wrote...

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Fritter and waste toiled in haste My life was stuck on fast forward Outa my mind... Couldn't rewind Even as my life raced toward The cliff just there Beyond the glare Of life puddles, spilled not poured Out of the noise Echoed a voice A distant life where serenity soared "Cash it all in" Again!......

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Being a non meat eater I'll never eat a spam fritter again, So why is the special offer on the counter so inviting? Am I back at school again? Queuing up for dinner And hoping for something nice. No menus then, Probably just as well, And the fritters are there With baked beans and chips, Treacle tart and custard for afters. So I'm in the queue Feeling...

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Apple Fritter and a Single Rose After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she will never understand in light of all those other poems she says I wrote about those other women before she drove north. And so...

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