That which has a nice taste
One wouldn't want to waste.
Kids would it chew to a paste,
Eating it not in haste:
It is the strongest zeal
For a good kitchen's meal...
To gourmets a nice deal,
Pure delight one can feel;
Some with the heart of Rock
While feeding selves doors lock;
Each moment there's a knock
Their ears solidly block!
Gluttonous and gourmandise
People are greedy for gourmet food
In a pleasing fashion
An exquisite taste
Pleasing the eyes
Soothing the taste buds
A sign of wealth and prosperity
Of course with no thoughts of
Poverty, epidemics, disasters and wars
On the other side of the earth
In their absence
We feel happy and satisfied
In every bits of our bodies and mind
With every bits of the surrounding
With every bits of the world
And with every gratefulness to God
Beyond this poetry with soups far apart,
Cabbage with snail traces of temptation,
"Papana?i" in sweet palace of cheese,
"Gumboti" - plum dumplings`nation
Scented with cinnamon on their knees
Kind of the three musketeers`story
- Although we like four- for your glory!
Sweet-sour Hungarian-Wallachian`desert.
Many of my poems are just like... cabbages!
My attempt to add serenity`s smile to all ages:
Now and then, you may find a cauliflower
With thyme and dill and tarragon`s power.
Actually, it's not about art of cooking dreams
Of vegan menu, without any sausages-rhymes;
Nor hot Brazilian ”saudade”- with tea and ice;
Oswald de Andrade's, who is really so nice!
As dedicated body and soul to crown
Gourmets eating themselves; invisible:
In the most post-modern way possible;
I pay a visit to great poets of the world:
I do not wear a shield and a sharp sword
Like in films with pretty ladies and knights
Singing "Chavaliers de la table ronde"-twice;
But I think I love you all, everyone, everyone!
All roads they say lead to Rome
But this one was leading towards home
A fiery storm brewing in fractions
Ripples surge to thirstily kiss the river’s mouth for reactions
The hubbub silenced with an inner raspy roar!
This scenic drive, a famished lovers’ galore
Latched securely and songful on the mountainous terrain
Forecast for the voyage; torrential romantic rain
There is more than one way, they say, to skin a cat
Specials for today- heartfelt cuddles, sheltered pecks, fragrant whispers and that tender pat.
The savouring of the pulpy gourmets roots the rhythm of lub-dub towards abrupt
So much balminess in the ‘Beautiful’ carriage; hearts are bound to erupt!
The night skies start to blanket over, home now, not so far
The hero of my movie; that gracefully-embroidered sweet red star
With the age of days in delight I would pose
And each time my pinning eyes would grace my pretty little red rose...
up up up up
the escalator of fortune & fame
up up up up
the bounsy frogman rises
up up up up
selling out his own kind for wealth
up up up up
now posh & proud in his green villa
up up up up
known as a bachelor in his thirties
up up up up
velvety robe on his slimy body
up up up up
pond whisky on the rocks in his glass
up up up up
expensive cigars and marble bathtubs
up up up up
forced to pay his secret tadpoles
up up up up
they call him crook and even a snake
up up up up
he lives his reckless life anyway
up up up up
he doesn’t care about the others
up up up up
thinking he’s still loved and popular
up up up up
but unfortunately for him
up up up up
the justice, the French are coming
up up up up
rises the frogman in a boiling pot
down down down down
the throats of ravenous gourmets
up up up in the heaven
that’s where that bastard certainly isn’t
Chicken Dips
Wish one day I hear the curved chicken’s lips
Moan about ending in ‘chicken and chips.’
Gourmets, I thought, by the beaks’ curved lips,
Back would be chased to their foreign ships!
Alas! In boiling oil will never elude the dips!
JM
14th March 2014
Velveeta Shortage Alarms Consumers
By Elton Camp
Short supply is beginning to ensure
Cheese lovers don’t know what to do
There’s panic buying in the store
Unsure when they’ll be any more
Velveeta’s so good and healthy too
Gourmets are hoping it’s not true
So all who love its rubbery taste
Rush to the market with all haste
There’s good reason to fear
From shelves it’ll disappear
So better quickly shove and grab
To take as yours that final slab
The shortage is real and severe
Sans Velveeta, life will be austere
CATZ
Who thinks they understand cats,
Why they behave as they do?
I don’t know, how ‘bout you?
Why my sly, fickle feline
Demands attention Tuesday
Then, Wednesday, walks away?
Why, most cats are such gourmets.
You think he’ll only like fish,
Always pukes beef in his dish.
So, you splurge, buy fancy feast –
Finest fish and shrimp delight.
That’s right. Puss can’t stand the sight.
Well? He must prefer chicken.
I serve both dark meat and white.
Oh, no! Please, cat, take a bite.
How about expensive toys –
A wind-up mouse, fishing line
You guessed it – a waste of time.
The pretty girl at Petsmart
Says cats like to hideaway,
A box where they’ll love to stray
So, I buy a nice retreat
He sniffs it, then walks away,
Squats on the news, plain as day
I watch as they teach dogs tricks,
Simplest of which is sit!
Puss will do the opposite.
Then that awful accident,
The abominable spray –
Mine does it every day.
Hey, you who understand cats!
If you’re hip, give me your name.
I’m about to go insane!