Long Schnitzel Poems

FICTIONAL BIO:

The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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I’m from small town homes and rose bushes overgrown, with
Close-but-not-too-close-close-knit-crazies.
Where my best friend lives down the block and I make late night trips to her house past the town curfew, because I am from just...

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Hotel love
I arrived at the uploaded village in the north, which had once been 
a working hamlet, until famous people bought property there.
More people followed, as did estate agents the parish became 
an in-place with...

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Poached, steamed, broiled, boiled, 
dried, fried  in soups and saucers, 
piled high,  their eyes bright, silver bodies shimmer in the harsh light of the hall.  
Fish and open mic night at Der...

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My somewhat outsize ears and longish neck 
(I swear exist, which contrary to popular myth 
never seen by living persons) support this egg shaped 
(fried or scrambled some might argue) head.

A mostly flat and hairless...

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Valentine's Day is more special when you
Take your sweet out to eat at a romantic venue.
Add appeal to the meal,
And show him/her how you feel,
With a side dish not found on the menu:

With fajitas and...

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The End of Poetry  
I refuse, refuse to write anymore my head
 is a winter turnip you can slice fry and pretend
it is schnitzel served with spinach and mashed 
potatoes, all  of them...

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The days of 
wine and rose's 
enchanted pose's 
I think of you 
nothing added 
nothing taken away 

my thoughts follow you 
wandering about 
what's left from 
the midst of your 
melancholy mannerism 
captured beyond 

wholly...

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I wrote a poem years ago.
The content alludes me and its theme.

I recall It was written in Innsbruck Austria.
I was writing it while I ordered a dry martini;
they brought me the whole damn bottle
together with...

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A bright sunny azure blue sky above fills
Me with happiness and a leisurely drive into the Adelaide Hills
The Hahndorf Main Street full of shops 
With soaps and hand made goods between the hops

A lunch of...

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