Fry Poems - Poems about Fry

A limerick-composing old man Devised a most devious plan. Rejecting convention, I fear I must mention, He fried all his verse in a pan....

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Seated beside a river, waiting for the sun to lay down. Blonde hair rolling to all appearances Gazing at the leviathan gulping the fish A soul inside me experienced uneasiness The moon pronounced the fate of life. The missed cuckoo clock refreshed the memories, life is one-sided... ...

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French Fry Etiquette She left me sitting alone in McDonalds Didn't take a bite of her Big Mac Or touch a single one of her French Fries She grabbed her Coke then walked away And never even looked back I thought about eating the fries Although I had lost my appetite It wasn't...

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Let us go to Amusement Parks To lay new sorrows on their feet: With sighs show sorrows’ tiger marks And have them make sad stories sweet… Let us go to Amusement Parks For more exciting ways to greet Keep asked appointment with the Clarkes And dare to Melancholy beat… Let us go to Amusement Parks To streaming tears finally dry, Like clashing wires let out...

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A Viet Cong cook with a wok Was stir-frying rice for his folk But when Putin spoke His eyes filled with smoke The Devil just tagged his own bloke!...

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Bonnie Jean destroyed someone's hair On a dare, yes, on a dare. She was arrested, which I felt was fair. There was hatred in the air. She meant to do it, that was plain. The woman with the bald head will never be the same. Fry her, I yell as loud as I cry. Tie her to a tree, starve Bonnie...

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Small fry Fingerlings are playing among seagrass in shallow water they stop when the big shadow of an adult passes overhead sometimes they play is so exciting they forget and end swallowed whole by a fish that knows no mercy. Alas, the tiny fry has a short memory and soon leave the seagrass attracted by shiny pebbles shines like...

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I was left to fry, Left to try, And left to die alone. All in a hope, That I was unimportant and unsuspecting. Yet I can see through the black cloak of blame and lies. I will not be left to fry....

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Oh Beautiful! Where did you come from? On this train that takes me every day to home. Facing me, on the empty chair you took your seat Can’t lie to you my love, my heart did skip a beat. In such a moment of Poetry, a few lines I could have tried, But before I could utter, I...

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so long, loneliness longtime bachelorette weds ~ one more egg to fry...

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FRY AN EGG ON MY STREET, TASTY, CALIFORNIA TREAT, OOPS, HOT ON FEET. 6/18/2021 RHYMED SENRYU...

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A Pound of Bacon David J Walker Think of this As you think of that The frying pan seems to be The logical plan to burn fat And I get the obvious connection To my affection for bacon juxtaposed To my burgeoning belly But - - - think of that The fat just melts away In the heat...

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A priest once told me that the lump on my hand was a ganglion, a fortress of fat besieged by health. At last it burst and the hand swelled like an old man's, shovel shaped and splayed. It was her black pan, butcher's meat, too many eggs; backed up on a plate like silage. It was her slight hands shaking, the constant poking with a...

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Life is short, life is spry like a crisp, little french fry that gets stolen if you fail to watch over it. It's written in the name of two moments that hold hands and pass by. On edges of death, it startles those who stay drunk on love and those who dare to fly. The brave have so much to do with life while the...

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White-hot sky Fish-fry Oceans die...

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