Fruitcake Poems - Poems about Fruitcake

...The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore she adores the breeze adorned with gems emeralds fly fr......Read the rest...

...Met a boy of about four standing in the foyer Of local restaraunt.He was standing in front of a machine that after eating your quarter would give you a reading of your emotional bearing after placin......Read the rest...

...Forgive me once this Yuletide whim With Champagne bubbling to the brim On wanting to find Mistletoe To steal a kiss from one I know Traditions of an Egg Nog ta......Read the rest...

...It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did. He wafted his way through the drafty hou......Read the rest...

...The holiday season is upon us, and I delight in the memories of my childhood yuletides. One such memory stands out quite clearly. Just before Thanksgiving, November’s blustery winds arrived, weaving......Read the rest...

...Fruitcakes are so many's wicked nemeses these compact bundles of strange taste to me they're treasure troves of bake their plethora of flavors interlaced. Their composition t......Read the rest...

...I must be nutty as a fruitcake for attending my sister's 'pre-marital wake' Sis likened marriage to 'slow death' She didn't want to run out of breath So I served h......Read the rest...

...When confused or excited, Phil chatters inanely. When he’s irked, he’s not placid; He gestures insanely. When he’s full of strange antics, some folks won’t go near him. He just gets on their ......Read the rest...

...It isn't looking to me at all like Christmas, There's been no ice, nor sleet, nor snow. I've heard no jingle bells in the air, Or caroling on the square, Or seen anyone anywhere All bundled up l......Read the rest...

...November's a lovely month when leaves turn crimson and gold, but I was nearly smothered, covered by three feet of leaf mold. Being so short, my cohorts raked a pile of them over my head, then ran ......Read the rest...

...Facial stubble plucked from Barney Rubble, stirred in my cauldron, it begins to bubble. Pinch of troll dung and eyes of a rattle snake. Add the crumbs of last year's stale fruitcake, This......Read the rest...

...Dear Blabby, I seem to be in a real pickle in regard to my wife Candy and my eighteen-year-old son Cal. He works in my bakery after school. The problem is, because he never knea......Read the rest...

...Some are born into a house With no love. Some learn quickly how to Push when they shove. Some are born with a Silver spoon in hand. Some live off the Fat of the land. Some are em......Read the rest...

...A Ziplock bag of cut-up hot dogs, treats for my daughter's Huskies Two gallon jugs of 1% milk, both nearly empty Three bottles of dressing, ranch from 2007 Leftover spinach salad that looks a bit ......Read the rest...

...I am a psychopath a derange a fruitcake she looked at me as if I am looney tunes, a nutter, madwoman, maniac, nutcase, nut. I stuck out my tongue, causing her to flee the man in the elevat......Read the rest...