Long Gherkin Poems
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A for Ahira not an Apple was found at the tree of life, Sustain ate Manna;
B for Band bananas Black beans in stride;
C for Corianders and Cocoyam's flown in from the skies, sustain ate Manna;
D for Dalkon with Dandelions cries;
E for Endive in the wilderness eat, eaten with flies, sustain ate Manna;
F for Fat hen-Fiddlehead Fern, all for this I learn many people died;
G for Gherkin no more starving infants sustain ate Manna;
Sustain ate Manna;
H for Horseradish rode in from the North East;
Got a stomach-ache, must been somethin' that I didn't eat that I didn't ate.
Got no food for my family, must pray and stop being sadly...
God rains down something, I sigh, well, well, I said God rains down something...
rain down a chocolate cake or pumpkin pie;
Sustain ate manna this I got to have, yowl. . .
I for Ice plant, I spent on hot soup, sustain ate Manna
J for Jerusalem Artichokes rolls of Rice, this would b so nice so very nice
K for Kale is coming growing in bunches, sustain ate Manna;
L for Lemon grass and lentils and tree bark crunches;
M for Marjoram just to be brewed, sustain ate Manna;
N for Nettles and nuts just a few;
O for Okra and Olives oh, my, my, Oh! sustain ate Manna, sustain ate Manna;
P for peppers and palm hearts warms my inter soul;
Got a stomachs ache, must been something I didn't eat;
God no food for my family, must pray and stop being sadly;
God rains down something I sigh, a chocolate cake or pumpkin pie;
sustain ate manna this I got to have now. . .
Q for Quince and mince and mash and chew, sustain ate Manna;
R for Radish the raisins just a few;
S for Slokes are jokes no one eats them, sustain ate Manna;
T for tomatoes to Matt Toe what's the different;
U for Ulluco you be hungry when you eat, sustain ate Manna;
V for Vidalia onion sometimes is sweet;
W for Watercress, what a mess, sustain ate Manna;
X for Xemenia too!, Comes from heavens kitchen;
Y for Yamaimo and yams is the plan, sustain ate Manna;
Z for Zucchini for every woman, girl, boy and man;
Sustain ate Manna
A back flipping coconut is very very amusing at a ball but ball pits are moving around so one must surely wear wellingtons or a pair of anglers' waders when jumping across such multicoloured curves. Harp no more sang to a lute at a castle. For harp was too busy restringing and replacing for often strands should be sitting in a neat formation so never whirl around whilst sewing, knitting or braiding a horse's tail. Especially not in a typhoon for a typhoon is often a tycoon and tycoons are really toucans in very smart hats. Now audiences singing to nova scotia are often in great voice. But voicemail from a silky seagull is neither rushed, accented or delivered at the correct time. Drink no cup of mildewed coffee omitting from the horns of a bull. Horns of bull should only be shown on humpback whale variety shows. But not in showers of rain. Trains taking turns tinkling tantrums. And a wide variety of beaks, snouts, and hooves meet with many paws but not in a zoo or a circus for these places are now closed due to a booooom from a book. State no stench and stick no stink. It is the mass availability of a wire that moves the grid into a pineapple formation. Wow. Legs arms and torsos make fairytales in a large luxury room but the rhombic pentameter is waiting in the wings in the theatre to perform a dance. 656 eagles plus 800, 000, 000, bison arriving with a horse, a rhinoceros and a little pickled gherkin in a suit. Fascia fashions fantastic fake frogs. But a pill on a hill is not a pillow nor a pillowcase nor is it a ten thousand kilometre pillar. Rather great to watch the auras of apples spinning over the grass being chased by the caterpillars and huge crowd of pigs. Erogenous earwigs eating everything. Haha pile the plates and dance. Haha silicon tango opera. Hahaha left wing tight wing flap flap flap. Cluck. And a click in a clock is a clock tower chatting. Xxxxx institutionalism Z Z Z Z
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Adding many components to a stew today? Flavours? Chopped out pieces? How many pieces? Go on how many? It is never the question of how many components that are within the granules that will decide on how the taste is. It is merely the swirling spoon. Round and round and round. Flow flow flow. But flour is neither a flower nor a floral cape. And wearing an apron is best achieved with a steel frame of shorts, mini skirts, basques, and silky blouses. Bloom then. Oh well a ticket to the tidal wave it is then. But overly priced. Heavily taxed. And non justified actions of a spraying juggernaut at a u turn bend. Otters occur offering ordered orifices. And a big bead wails. Vehement vultures vacate vacancies. And the job is now catering for eight jackals, fifteen cows, a horse with a striped horn, a mystical sap, and a dulled out rhino calling to a caper in a mountainside. Is it exciting? No. Is it wailing? Yes. Drink no spittle from a morning dew bud for twirling can occur and corpulent opulent octopi spring to their defense. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 the times, the tides, the train stations. Many mingling monsters making money. And a curd and whey jumping over the gate up the hill. Zesty testy and interjectory of planetary alignments with a signature curve and a giant kiss for the skyrim. Hahaha now dance with the burgers. Hahahaha peeled gherkin and lemonade smilingly smells suppers. Hahaha and a rush of a dishwasher arguing with a cake on the side board about hairstyles. Invest no militia in a moonlit mortal movement. Xxxxx illustrations z that was the p y q reporting on the issues of tissue paper with the elements of the time of the first two hundred million square miles of whistling sponge cake. Z
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Once upon an ancient time,
in long gone languid days,
when distant misted myths bechanced
in lovely rhym'ed ways,
when time was so much freer,
less allotted to the minute,
‘twas then the mighty Big Mac got the gherkin in it.
The night was one made fit for gods,
and stars made white the sky,
and drunk, dylsexic old McDonald
sang Oh Eee, Oh Eee, I.
His greatest yet creation
sat on his barbie plate,
it was the mighty Big Mac with no inkling of its fate.
McDonald thought the pattie lacked
a certain...
Il ne savait pas.
He decided what he'd give it was this green thing from a jar.
But Big Mac cried out, ‘Hang about!
I like the way I am!
And I think that what I need the least is a prostate gland exam.'
McDonald growled, ‘Don't be a sook!
It's not gonna hurt a bit.
Just close your eyes and grit your teeth and keep loose where you sit.'
Big Mac firmly grasped his bun
and held it really tight,
he had Phallicvegiephobia and would resist with all his might.
But McDonald was too smart by far,
Big Mac was not his match,
the old bloke snuck up from behind to by surprise him catch.
Beneath an unsuspecting arm
he gave a little tickle,
the burger gave a little laugh and got a little pickle...
So the Big Mac we all know today
was born of subterfuge.
And although the gherkin in it aint really all that huge,
remember that it's only there
by the skullest of skullduggery,
and that bit we discard's the fruit
of midnight burger buggery.
It is not a mind altering parade of substances that questions a rotting ship. It is not a threefold tankard buried in an Abyssinia besom of beads for only a technological advance actually shows such a word and such a word is neither an acute angle or a plastic xylophone. Booming bionic bulls bringing bacon backgrounds. An acute angle is not a cute horsefly. And an obtuse angle is too stubborn. Quite a threshold to compete against especially in strong winds but then elephants, giraffes, alligators, and snoring boars often cross river pathways. Don't they? Well really a soup and a spoon? Why not use a fork? A fork is very proud of it's prongs and who would prong an atomic carrot on a battalion of hereditary deeds? Surely if a pickled onion can sing a beautiful aria then a galloping gherkin can play bongos in a classical rendition. The plant thought it was a train but in fact it was the serene sound of a pig snoring. Ten loaves of bread, a silky cape, an atomic pistol and a shroud of golden oranges but not in a halo. Ok then. On a beach. Hahahahaha pushing pineapples over a cliff in a stormy teacup is akin to a lemon in a mud bath. Let it not be said that all potatoes are a wandering timeline. And standing as a tree on a motorway is about as hazardous as learning to play golf in a bathroom. And now the trees are waving. Good. Xxxxx incontinence Z z Z Z
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PICKLE PARTY
The pickles were having a party
In the superstore one night.
The manager was home in bed
So they knew they were all right.
It was a singles party,
Each looking for a mate.
Someone to share a jar with
Until their sell-by date.
One lady pickled pepper
Immediately clicked.
She was the pickled pepper
Peter Piper picked
A young girl in the corner
Was acting very silly
Under the influence of drink.
They called her ‘Pickled Lilli”
But the drunkest one among them
Was a pickled gherkin.
He’d been at the bar all evening.
He must have drunk a firkin.
He had a well-used chat-up line,
But whatever it was he said,
It must have been a bit saucy
For the beetroot turned bright red.
An old pickle said to the DJ,
“Please turn the music down”
He was a pickled walnut,
Ancient, wrinkled and brown
A very sweet pickle called Olive
And an onion got on very well.
But although they felt an attraction,
It was doomed to fail, sad to tell
They say that opposites attract
But you have to draw the line.
She had been pickled in vinegar
And he had been pickled in brine.
Then all too soon it was over.
The party had come and gone.
They had to go home to their shelves.
The day shift was signing on.
24th August 2022
It's a Pickle Party poetry contest
Sponsor - Mystic Rose Rose
The following four lines inspired my own poem, 'Reasons for Drinking'.
If you look it up on the web, it is descriibed as an "anonymous irish toast".
There are many good reasons for drinking,
And one has just entered my head,
If you can't have a drink when you're living,
How the hell can you drink when you're dead
Reasons for drinking, there are quite a few,
some people might take a different point of view,
But if when alive, you abstain, I suggest,
That drinking when dead, is unlikely at best.
For those of us, who like to drink,
There is no harm in moderation,
A glass of wine is nice I think,
And aids contentment in our nation.
A philosopher, who only drank water,
condemned out of hand the demon drink,
He lectured both, his son and daughter,
On the dangers of drinking, gin that was pink.
My father once said, after quaffing a pint,
misquoting Marx, with impish delight,
That work was the curse of the drinking classes,
Then ordered a refill for all of our glasses.
Descarte had the answer, if we think, then we are,
He drew his inspiration, from a pickled gherkin jar,
He also liked to drink, a glass of vin de local,
Noticing that wine and veg, were, never ever vocal.
© 5 years ago, Damian Cranney
Oesophagus is an appetite yet is it appropriate? Well in some cases it is merely only a handful of peanuts that shroud an already crowded melon. But what of force in a nation of static? Oh no. Apparently not. That is far too emblematic you see. And emblems are depicted in a dungeon. Dingy dogmatic dramas digging delving drawing devilish demonic drains. And the cry from a ten ton wallaby will never be heard with all the banging and crashing from an allucid spit. Well crust then. No that is pivotal. An erectile projectile of sanctification in a moronic acidic hit. What drives you? It is not a car? Nor a bus. It is integral. And important. Fantastic is the Deluxe dancing dandelion department whose offerings are prevalent in a midday swish. But midway in a hallway is neither a big blessing or a small curse. Ingest not a pickling paedophile prostrating pratagonistic pallid paleontologist. For it is a very large canopy that vaporises a can of beans or peas. And leopards won't fit in a pan and neither will a spotty flower. And a mild mildew sings but not like la la la nor I I I it is in a boldness that a reason dwells. Xxxx hahahaha lots if hahahaha and a gherkin in a three piece suite xxxxx delapudation z
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An apple apparatus in a washing up bowl can be tedious, cranky, and generally opinionated. But three or more slices of bread in a toaster can pleasantly remove items of non agile thoughts from any atmosphere. If a fragrant bap wipes itself on a slab of cheese then be very concerned for hidden in wipe is secrets unfathomable by a mainstream flow of stench, lie, and pretty paper of mould. It is often easier to lie down with lions than to attempt to train such beasts. Quite comfortable too it is. It is neither the pickled grape nor gherkin that catches a flight to a war zone. It is merely the cactus travelling. Wave then. Go on wave. Along comes a golden cup with a trophy face to place ribbons around graceful geese who flock to the monetary key adornments. But denying a fragrance is not that wise really. Weary not traveller of pans for your worthwhile duties are noted in global taste buds who appreciate soups, stews and gravy. Heavyweight champion of the article is written in a pair of scissors and a cup smiles. Hahaha carry a nine foot carrot on a bus. Hahaha music video for the sake of it. Hahaha restitution resting. Xxxxx that was p y q reporting on the ground for 89.0 x c v b x vb z
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A whirlwind is a magnitude of flight. Wow. Worldy exact. To be exciting is to breathe into caverns. Oh how the external world is not that incredible. Here comes the pretty wasps in skirts. What a view. The frosty gargoyle of insanity rises from the pit of festering socks. Never let it be said that onions are a beach ball of cosmic cloud bursts.plugs and leads can always dance so be very aware of writhings molten chance. Volcanic acidic juices with a tune and beat of a callous but never a wart. And at sharp angles the chance is never to view it is to be real. When the feathery ear lobes of the alligator shine in the half lit night the northern winds will tickle the goblins feet. Many a time does the half spread gherkin fling goblets of sand on the forlorn outcast telephone. Oh quick quick those cubicles are running away. Oh dear. How sad. How abysmal and how tragic. Such are the rays of a multinational company who pessimistically enjoys penalising people globally.. Ration realised ratio radios radioactive read red remained *** hahahaha toothpick swaying *** hahahaha number of swollen tongues in shapes of hexagons xxxx portrayal xxxx oxidization x and now a z.
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