Long Fudge Poems
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Streets awash with mewling cats
and surly swashbuckling pirates.
Somber skies with swirling bats,
and ghastly goblins chasing rats.
Wicked witches’ evil glare,
grisly ghouls' ghostly stare,
taunting with a double-dare.
All in fun to give a scare.
Haunted houses with darkened walls;
afraid to walk spell-bound halls.
Toffee apples, popcorn balls;
eating brains and toad eyeballs.
Trick-or-treating door-to-door.
Treats too tasty to ignore.
Harmless tricks more smile than roar,
kept us giggling for much more.
Parents, neighbors joined the fun.
Scary ghost stories spookily spun.
Fortune tellers’ crystal balls to shun.
Homemade costumes unique to one.
Creamy fudge and devil’s food cake,
all wrapped up for us to take.
Mom's scratch treats, nothing fake.
She took all day long to bake.
Bewitching hour over, fun now done,
to our homes we’d quickly run.
Goodie bags that weighed a ton.
We would share with everyone.
Playing games and laughing out loud,
good times again next year we vowed!
Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.
Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.
Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.
Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.
Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that the time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.
Our airport is so small, that if you visit Kansas City
Many of the workers will get to know you personally
And greet you by name on every visit after this one.
They might even offer to take you home for a home-cooked meal.
This meal will be barbecued ribs, and they will be sauce-slathered.
The sweet meat will sit well up in your tummy
next to your potatoes, delicious corn casserole
and warm rolls with butter that drips off your fingers.
Rent a car? Don’t be silly. What do you want to see?
Where do you want to go? Would you like to see the
Veteran’s Museum, the Jazz district, Crossroad’s Art District?
Our steamboat museum will hold your interest for hours.
There are fountains all over the city, and they are marvelous!
You want to take barbecue with you to go? No problem.
We are famous for our barbecue. You can get it on every corner.
A nap? Sure. No problem. You can have the guest room.
Stay a few days. We will be glad to show you around.
Do you need any more towels?
Would you like to come down for dessert?
You can have fudge brownies or key lime pie.
Homemade by grandma.
What do you eat for breakfast?
We can make whatever you want.
We are friendly, hospitable and happy you are here!
Welcome to Kansas City!
A hotel? Don't be silly!
We’re gonna grow you,
slop you and slow you...
Just as the moles do-
in and out of holes,
in and out of food.
What did I just brew?
Where are my hands on the shelf?
Clearing out the pastries like the little people’s elf’s-
jumping and cheering like we’ve got nobody else-
to sell,
to weld,
or baby... to be held.
I race the reaper to the melt,
let mush and mash and safety nets blast!
Get common,
get into a mass!
Why are you so fast!?
Why am I not on a mast?
Sailing this ship is why I take the past to my ass!?
**** you history!
**** you lazy lizardry!
I am misleading,
I am blistering!
What a fake **** you take to the depot truck!
Dump dump,
dump dump!
I hate that chump!
I hate fake trucks!
**** you man on top!!!!!
**** you Eminem bump!
Dizzy dazzy in a laugh,
dizzy Dazzy in a blast from ya past,
come and getta' pass,
free face flex,
and you know you’ll tap that ass.
Beattin’ in a bump,
we all take some chumps,
pull um down,
pull um down,
we gotta frown to the man who puts us down...
Whata fake stroke a’ luck to the beater of the buck!
Spit it out!
Give us hugs!
Give us hugs!
Give us hugs!
Give us hugs!
We’ve gotta love too young to bus-
transfer,
fudge,
or even lust,
we’ve gotta trust in each other when we must,
hit hard against the repeater even if we’re dust!
When you hear the scary music, get out of the house.
When you hear glass breaking, run like hell.
When the guy in the Jason mask runs after you
Run faster!
When you think there are monsters under your bed
and one grabs your foot
Guess what?
You were not wrong.
When you think there is a goblin in your closet
And your heart is beating double time
Get the bejezzus of your room!
Your feelings always know, especially in a scary movie.
When a bloody hand comes out of a grave
Get the hell out of the cemetery.
When the guy in the backseat pops up
Get the fudge out of the car.
When you start seeing dead people
maybe you are dead.....
Don’t fight it.
It never works, even in a scary movie.
Poetry
Aged eighty Joyce started to write
Her poems my senses ignite
Imagery so divine
I just wish it was mine
Great poetry brings such delight
Making Fudge
Joyce really loves making fresh fudge
I wonder if I give Joyce a nudge
She will send to me
Her fudge recipe
From my kitchen I would not budge!
Tulip Parade
Without Joyce being sat in her seat
The parade would not be complete
Gardens Joyce does promote
On the flower club float
Her zest for life cannot be beat!
Gardening club
Joyce travels to state garden shows
Her knowledge of plants overflows
It would be a great idea
In her centenary year
To honour her name with a rose
100th Birthday
All soupers we must now rejoice
And shout out with united voice
That we just want to say
Have happy Birthday
To a fabulous poet named Joyce
Happy 100th Birthday Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
4/18/18
oh delicious, thick, gooey, rich and layered hot fudge,
And loads of peanuts on the bottom and layered to the top;
Finished with silky whipped cream and more fudge,
Eight inches tall with mounds of soft vanilla ice-cream.
Oh the rich melting hot fudge mingling and dripping,
So sweet and ridiculously good on a sizzling summer day;
A treat to-die-for, so heavenly yummy and decadent,
Of course after, you may need a little nap to recover.
Oh and dream and dream of that cold velvet ice-cream,
Divine, exquisite, delightful, the frostiness swirling within;
Such a vision, and a beautiful desire that must be fulfilled,
I find myself saying, Peanut Buster Parfait, please.
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September 19, 2015
Verse
For the contest, All That Melts In Your Mouth, sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo
First Place
My daughter's getting married
To a super guy called Tom,
It's really fast approaching,
It won't be very long.
The wedding dress is sorted,
The venue and the flowers,
The music and the fireworks,
But the cake, it took us hours.
We went to do some tasting,
Each sponge was quite divine,
Chocolate orange, vanilla
Pimms, coffee and praline.
The raspberry and the champagne
Made us salivate,
Strawberry and white chocolate
Tasted oh so great.
There was banana and spicy cinnamon,
Ginger and caramel,
All so gratifying,
Oh and Battenberg as well.
The carrot cake with walnuts
Was tasty as can be,
Rhubarb and rose petal
And one flavoured with green tea.
Piña colada with coconut
Like kisses on our lips,
Chocolate tiramisu
Oh the calories on our hips.
Odd flavours such as beetroot,
Pistachio and courgette
Were actually quite delightful,
A taste we won't forget.
Earl Grey with lavender,
Pumpkin with peanut butter,
Mouth-wateringly delectable
They got us all a flutter.
Chocolate fudge with peppermint,
Marshmallow and key lime,
Traditional dried fruit,
They were all sublime.
How could we make our choices
For a three tiered wedding cake,
We just couldn't do it
So we've gone for twenty-eight!
4th March 2017
She is a vixen, a siren, a flobbergooser, a tramp.
Because she wears a dress? I asked, confused.
Because she wears a red dress.
There are answering murmurs.
I am working on the Alzheimer’s unit
This is the first thing these three women have agreed on.
Don’t look at her! Don’t speak to her! Don’t…..
“HI!” Doris says as the flobbergooser approaches our table.
Her dress is gorgeous – red with tiny pink and yellow birds.
She has the best smile, and she returns the “hi”.
They decide to include her; she sits at the fourth chair.
I hear them oohing and ahhing about her dress.
So is she a vixen? A siren? A tramp? A flobbergooser?
I smile as I fix them hot fudge sundaes.
“You are a femme fatale!” One yells out.
The others nod.
The red-dressed woman smiles.
“At least I’m not a flobbergooser!” She yells.
They laugh until they fall into their hot fudge sundaes.
Best place ever to work.
Mental health issues are a horrible thing
Make you think life's not worth living
You learn to hide your inner thoughts
Even from all your cohorts
You just don't know where to turn
Every emotion makes you burn
But deep inside your really nice
The issues you've faced you pay the price
There is help out there you cannot see
But if you want talk to me
I'm not a doctor I will not judge
My mind is blank just like fudge
I know you feel your going insane
But your not its your inner brain
If you talk you will feel better
Hopefully get off that helter-skelter
Stand tall and fight this inner ghoul
For you are strong and not a fool
Don't think it's easy to just end
Think of your family and your friend
They will always be there for you
They are hurting very much too
But they need you to understand
They want you here, beside you they stand