Frying Poems - Poems about Frying

The Turkey That escaped This thanksgiving Wanting more living Had fled in November In hope he would remember The route with the fastest vessel To Britain where Christmas was special...

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Young Albert Andrews thought he would Help his dad to peel the spuds Switched on the machine just didn’t linger To check that he had removed his finger The machines set off at a fair old zip Caught one of his digits by the tip Very soon had one arm to the elbow Before it started to run slow By the shoulder...

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One more day before the weekend? Awake early to do errands and befriend Those Jesus loved or wants me to ... Alas, with struggle, I managed to do Now, as I recall the hard work, no lunch Still, I didn't fry, the heat, the time-crunch The body older, my faith bolder ... I consumed water, juice, no other Victuals until after six,...

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On the day of his divorce He put a bet upon a horse And when it lost he bet again And then he walked home in the rain No-one asked, ‘How much d’ya lose?’ He didn’t wipe his muddy shoes And no-one moaned and no-one groaned And no-one said you shoulda phoned In the morning no-one said Don’t forget to make the bed Or...

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I think that it's fantastic When my wife start's to cook, She gets out all her pots and pans And MY brand new cookery book. She starts to peel some potatoes Then she gets some liquid out. As I look on in wonder, At what it's all about. She then chops up the potatoes And drops them in the pan. I don't know what she...

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Eternal Frying Written: by miracle Man 9-11-2019 Those giving scant thought, about life after dying. Attribute stories of hell, to believer falsifying. But in eternal punishment, one will plead and squirm. Nonetheless, in Hell, no one dies, not even the worm. * Today, heed HIS calling, and make your election sure. Jesus Christ is the way, the one saving cure. * Mark 9:48 Where their worm dieth not, and...

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Sizzling technology fried up dark and crisp like bacon Not the way i like it with sunny side up eggs Driving me mad with its peculiar nuances And its changing ways, almost sinister A cape of confusion too crisp on the outlying whites The rooster crows, pounding its chest, so proud But the defeated farmer runs to the barn to diminish...

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Many springs have come and gone, the city roars and wheezes, concrete monsters block the prospect and restrict the balmy breezes. Summers stifle, streets are steaming, hydrants bring some small relief, merchants battle with the street gangs, struggle on in blind belief. Canyons strangle, subways throttle, autumn bleeds in red and gold, chilly now as...

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Many springs have come and gone, the city roars and wheezes, concrete monsters block the prospect and restrict the balmy breezes. Summers stifle, streets are steaming, hydrants bring some small relief, merchants battle with the street gangs, struggle on in blind belief. Canyons strangle, subways throttle, autumn bleeds in red and gold, freezing now as...

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...inspired by 'Blues' by Joseph Brodsky Many springs have come and gone, the city roars and wheezes, concrete monsters block the prospect and restrain the balmy breezes. Summers stifle, streets are steaming, hydrants bring some small relief, merchants battle with the street gangs, struggle on in blind belief. Canyons strangle, subways throttle, autumn bleeds in red and gold, chilly now as winter beckons with its shroud of...

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...inspired by 'Blues' by Joseph Brodsky Many springs have come and gone, the city roars and wheezes, concrete monsters block the prospect and restrain the balmy breezes. Summers stifle, streets are steaming, hydrants bring some small relief, merchants battle with the street gangs, struggle on in blind belief. Canyons strangle, subways throttle, autumn bleeds its red and gold, chilly now as winter beckons with its shroud of...

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The old lady Had a frying pan Ready to crack Her old man Out somewhere He didn't belong She hit him pretty hard For she was strong He turned and yelled What did I do wrong Now q migraine With hangover, too Still, why he got hit He had no clue He went to bed Slept it off that night Kept the old lady Outta his sight He'd wait...

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Many springs have come and gone, the city roars and wheezes, concrete monsters block the prospect and restrict the balmy breezes. Summers stifle, streets are steaming, hydrants bring some small relief, merchants battle with the street gangs, struggle on in blind belief. Canyons strangle, subways throttle, autumn bleeds in red and gold, chilly now as...

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Many springs have come and gone, the city roars and wheezes, concrete monsters block the prospect and restrict the balmy breezes. Summers stifle, streets are steaming, hydrants bring some small relief, merchants battle with the street gangs, struggle on in blind belief. Canyons strangle, subways throttle, autumn bleeds in red and gold, chilly now as winter beckons with its shroud of killing cold. Jersey beckons 'cross the...

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Many springs have come and gone, the city roars and wheezes, concrete monsters block the prospect and restrict the balmy breezes. Summers stifle, streets are steaming, hydrants bring some small relief, merchants battle with the street gangs, struggle on in blind belief. Canyons strangle, subways throttle, autumn bleeds in red and gold, chilly now as winter beckons with its shroud of killing cold. Jersey summons 'cross the...

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