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THEY RECONFIGURED THE FORMULA
BY MAKING IT MORE FOR A TARGETED AUDEINCE.
TARTNESS AND SWEETNESS GO HAND AND HAND.
SOME PEOLE LIKE THEIR SWEETS THAT WAY.
1/2 CUP OF STRAWBERRY LIQUER
1 AND ONE HALF CUPS OF SUGAR
/3 CUP OF PUREED STARWBERRIES
1/2 RASBERRIES PUREED
1/2 INCH OF GINGEROOT PUREED
1 ROAST BEET PUREED
MIX TOGETHER WITH 2 AND A HALF CUP OF
CREAMCHEESE.
1/2 CUP OF PLAIN YOGURT
CUT A POUNDCAKE INTO LENGTH SIZED SLICES (LONGWAY)
MAKING ABOUT SIX SLICES.
USING A ROLLING PIN FLATTEN
PAINT WITH BUTTER ON BOTH SIDES
IN A OVEN TOAST BOTHSIDE OF THE CAKE
RMOVE FROM THE OVEN AND ALLOW TO COOL
SPREAD ON ONESIDE OF EACH PEICE OF CAKE
STACK AND
DUST WITH CONFECTIONARY SUGAR.
SERVE WITH BLACK AND STRAWBERRIES AND WHIPPED CREAM.
6 years ago, I wrote limericks about 5 PS poets. Today, I've posted
about another 5 and will continue to add more... before 6 years.
I tickled funny bones of five Souper men
So, I gave thought to trying it once again
In the order they replied
My sarcasm was applied
As I gently heckled them with ink and pen
First, Tom Cunningham, who "liked my collection"
To femme limericks he had no objection
But now it's his turn
Tom, forgive the burn
I heard you're headed for a house of correction
Jerry T Curtis said to "keep them coming"
But I think that lately he's been slumming
He's all aflutter
And starts to stutter
When his lady friend starts his heart strumming
Then there is the poet of romance, Tim Smith
His sweet words of seduction are not a myth
I know it to be truth
Don't ask me. It's uncouth
I don't kiss and tell so I'm pleading the fifth
John Gondolf said my limericks made him "chuckle"
His comments are always filled with honeysuckle
But if he wants a date
I'll have to castigate
I have a black belt in the use of my knuckles
"I needed smiles and giggles," said Greg Barden
His poems are flowers blooming in a garden
But some words are couture
Fertilized with manure
Now I guess I'll have to beg for Greg's pardon
The new additions...
Like a brother he comes to my defense
This man wears no guise and has no pretense
Mark Koplin, misunderstood
A modern-day Robin Hood
To me he shines with rays of effulgence
There's a man who took me under his wing
Says what he thinks. Doesn't hold back a thing
Danny Turner, my friend
A helping hand he'll lend
For offering kind words, he's a wellspring
David Kavanagh, true friend from the start
Encouraging advice, he does impart
Throws Monoku lines like spears
I raise a glass to him ~ cheers!
Loyal, his word. A man with a good heart
Canadian, Vaso, we don't see oft
Art doesn't come across as being soft
But has a tender heart
For countries torn apart
His poetic words should never be scoffed
His funny thoughts overflow in a Flood
Terry writes humor that's never a dud
Risque, and sometimes not
His stories have a plot
Rumor has it that he's known as 'The Stud'
Gentlemen, I ask forgiveness for this spoof
My humorous parodies should be the proof
That I like all of you
And don't mind if ya do
Get even in your own limericks of reproof
Is there really a Santa Claus?
Do tiny Reindeer have “ Hoofs “ or Paws?
Is Santa’s list ALL girls and boys?
Who gets COAL? Who gets TOYS?
What colour is Santa’s sleigh? How much does it weigh?
What is Mrs. Claus first name?
Does Rudolph win the Reindeer Game?
YES
“HOOFS”
YES
The misbehave Child, The good Children.
RED. A LOT.
.I don’t Know.
YES.
The JOY of BEING A GRAMPA!!
Inspired by Kathrine Stella's A Little Bit You A Little Bit Me
There is nothing to write about she Prue whined
My reaction to this is not keenly kind
What if that sewing box fell on your head?
What if you died of fright, stone-cold and dead?
She looked at me like I was a weirdo or goon
What if six spaceships dropped away from the moon?
Now I’m on a roll and cannot quit
Loving the reaction of this shocked little nitwit
What if a komodo dragon bit your arm?
Her face has turned purple pink with alarm
The what if’s help me write, I say
She has not written one word by the end of the day
though she claims a writer is who she wants to be
Her imagination is stonewalled by herself, her worst enemy
I am a writer she tells everyone who is brand new
I roll my eyes at my delusional cousin, Prue.
A heat wave in Winter does not a smile make.
To be lulled into relaxation would be a mistake.
Don't pray for the rain if you fear the storms.
Gulf heat greets the cold, and the clouds form.
Floods, mudslides, falling trees, and icy roads.
Heavy winds and power outages take their toll.
Nature's four seasons come with depressing mixtures,
to deliver their unique version to all living creatures.
A weatherman was heard saying, "Be prepared but not afraid".
In Summer's smelting heat, our good friends are trees with shade.
In Winter's freezing snow and cold, everything aches and quakes.
I survived six Chicago Winters, but my entire being was prone to shake.
011023PSCtest12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature-Themed Poetry
Contest, Tania Kitchin |4P
Brutal winds snap frozen branches,
no drowsy Tree Sparrows soak up sun rays;
I shiver wondering if they can survive...
somewhere huddled together to stay alive!
The Hudson River has the slowest flow in several years,
it struggles to reach the huge Atlantic Ocean that roars;
there all the boats are anchored while hungry seagulls
search the icy waves for a prey that fears their beaks!
Playful dolphins are seen often and amaze spectators,
hawks perch on red maples and birches unless it snows;
and watch them with killer eyes unable to defeat these creatures:
they should be happy to catch bluefish and river herring, not these!
Ebbs won't rise, as they do on moonlights, their surface is too bleak,
and the absence of a plenilune surely predicts their imminent doom;
there are six weeks to spring: isn't it the awaited relief we seek,
or the longing for flowing water and weeping willows to bloom?
B Bewildered the Little Prince landed on Earth
S Surveyed the drought amongst plentiful riches
I Ignored the facades and gave earthlings a rose
X Xenial embrace warm welcoming and hospitable
O On the surface he seemed to be an outlandish soul
N Native of a foreign Universe that was called Love
E Enigmatic mysterious with a Three Petalled Flower
T The Turkish Astronomer married the Lamplighter
W Wedded they were under a Baobab Tree’s canopy
O Oblivious of haters they tied hands and good fortune
F From now on luminescent like Aladdin the cave gave way
O On its way to handing over the torch of naked freedom
R Relieved from oppression of thoughts action and feelings
E Elephant doffed his hat to applause of Boa Constrictor
V Vigorous in his passion he pulled the mask from our eyes
E Enter at you own peril if you dare to see the light of the truth
R Risk is not for the faint hearted but darkness not a good choice
22nd May 2021
B 6 1 2 is the name of Little Prince’s planet
May it live Forever in our hearts and narration
Xenial stands for the ancient Greek concept of hospitality
between hosts and guests from different cultures
We six sheep of Bethlehem be
Bogg, Whiff, Wheep, the triplets and me*
We all get fed and sleep in this shed
It's simple, but so are we!
O star of wonder, star so bright
Guiding strange folk here tonight
Unsuspecting sheep affecting
Oh, what a holy fright!
Who's these people? Oh Golly Gosh!
What's a'doing? Bish! Bash! Bosh!
There's a stranger in our manger,
Offsprung into our nosh!
O wondrous star, so satnav wise
Heaven guiding fat rich guys
Who needs peasants bringing presents?
Kings give the best surprise!
It's them shepherds - oh, what a pain!
Nosy types - a sheep's daily bane;
Off their backsides from the hillsides
Interfering again!
O wondrous star, O shiny thing
Even a sheepie can look at a king
Happy greetings, birthday bleatings
Who knew the sheep could sing?
O party star, O star so true;
Kings and shepherds having a do
Dancing clapping, no chance napping
What's a tired sheep to do?
Our bedroom's filled with brilliant light,
With people that we didn't invite
And something odder in our fodder;
Oh, for a Silent Night!
*Sheep can count but, as Eric Morecambe might have said, although they have the right numbers, they are not necessarily in the right order.
Tweet, tweet, tweet, Tweet, tweet, tweet, Tweet, tweet, tweet,
Doot doot doot
Sounds of summer
It's a new day
And there's a robin red breast up in the trees
Summer
There is a mother blue-jay feeding her young
And learning them how to fly
And down from the tree falls one
One young bird falls to the ground
He was the sixth bird, he was the sixth bird of heaven
Oh. he was the sixth bird, six bird of heaven
The sight of a young boy playing near by
He sees the blue-jay falls from the sky
Running to retrieve it he too falls skins his knee
All he does is cry
Begging please, he sings
All he does is cry
Saying, begging please to the Lord
That our bird from heaven send a message from my love
The second bird of heaven fell from the skies above
And lonely sits the third bird as he watches and hears his brothers cries
And the Lord above watches all
And the forth bird hears the call
Of help it’s from a man his wisdom and his power brings glory to us all;
The rest and the fifth bird, Oh! And the fifth bird waits waiting for the sixth bird of heaven above;
For they too all together carry love, love, love, love, love
To everyone, everyone one below
Oh, yea
It was the sixth bird, six birds of heaven glory, six birds of heaven
It was the sixth bird, six birds of heaven holy, six birds of heaven
It was the sixth bird, six birds of heaven only, six birds, just birds of heaven
Alleluia glory
It was the sixth bird, it was the sixth bird
Six birds of heaven
It was the sixth bird , sixth bird of heaven, sixth bird of heaven
9/4/73
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©1973
Wednesdays At Six
It’s my night to meet with Liz
To tell her “bout my private biz"
She mulls it over then tells me how it really is
You see it’s her job
To listen to me cry and sob
Imagine that…
She gets paid the listen to me
Most therapists say:
“Having a little anxiety attack?
How about some nice Prozac”
Or
Can’t sleep, feeling lost and alone?
“How about some nice Trazadone”
Or
“Manic Depressive? Feel like a Bum?
How about some nice Lithium”
Not Liz…
She gives appropriate drugs
Better yet she gives big hugs
Encourages me my thoughts to share
Teaches me to live again if I dare
To break free from loss and pain
Knowing from the truth I might gain
MORE FREE TIME
FOR BOTH OF US!
On
Wednesdays at six
Pat LeDuc
3/7/18
For Liz
I'd give everything to see her again on Wednesdays..miss her so much