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She was a rainbow faerie
in a butterfly world.
Where faeries were shunned
Considered gossips, thieves,
Ignored, pulled down,
jeered at
due to the butterflies’ preconceived notions
and belief in antiquated myths
They had grown up thinking their rights
were the only ones that mattered.
They had been taught at mama’s knees
that rainbow faeries were pussies,
who despised butterflies, moths, and damselflies.
They had been taught to hate rainbow faeries
with a passion that can only be taught by butterflies.
Some thought that rainbow faerie was a throw
back from the times when rainbow faeries crossed
the picket lines and pulled off butterfly wings,
crumbling them into a delicacy
which they ate on oatmeal pies
and hot fudge sundaes.
Others had no clear stories
at all, just knew to loathe her kind.
Rainbow faerie tried in vain to find
at least one butterfly who would believe in rainbow faerie goodness.
Who would give her a chance to show her kindness and empathy.
She made it her mission to find one
butterfly who would listen, and she found Bulba, a newborn
Who she educated secretly to see her soul-self,
who was going to give rainbow faeries a chance.
Bulba loved her, and adored her, and was the
only butterfly who could see Rainbow Faerie.
They were happy together for five years.
Then Bulba went to school.
Due to the pressure from her
peers, Bulba had to let go of her knowledge
of Rainbow Faerie. She was tromped on and spit on.
Her classmates rebuked her, and jeered at her.
She was an outcast until she came around to their
way of thinking. She became a fierce loather of
Rainbow fairies, so she could fit in.
She soon was telling them fantastic stories
of what she had done to rainbow faeries.
Her brain turned.
One night after school,
to prove her worth, she took an assault
rifle and killed Rainbow Faerie in front
of the school, showing her deep respect
for their preconceived notions and fear of
rainbow faeries. She felt sad for a few
seconds, but then she went back inside to
shape her playdough into a beautiful sign
for an NRA rally, and she was a hero, and all was well.
Jam roly poly, treacle sponge
And sticky toffee pudding head the top of my list
But apple pie, rhubarb crumble
Or a decent cheesecake are hard to resist
Banana splits, eclairs or brownies
Dumplings, nougat, cheese board or mousse
Crème brûlée. Fruit cocktail. Yoghurt
Serve it up and set me loose!
Rice pudding, Christmas pudding
Let me say it loud and clear
Summer pudding, Eve's pudding
Figgy pudding - bring it here
Cottage pudding, Diplomat pudding
Pancakes served throughout the year
Plum pudding, mango pudding
Put it on a plate and cheer
Hasty pudding, Saxon pudding
Vanilla pudding, chocolate pud
Yorkshire pudding filled with treacle
Make winter evenings warm and good
Sussex Pond pudding, sweet biscotti
Semolina (if that counts?!)
Panna cotta, profiteroles
Gâteaux. Meringues in any amount
I guess spotted dick is a bit of a worry
But to bread and butter pudding, I say "bring it on!"
I could plan on a flan, or a lardy cake
Or butter with glee my scone or scon'
Mince pies, cobblers, baklavas, strudels
Loaves and pastries - all tell a story
Even blancmange has a heritage
To match or beat our knickerbocker glory
There's fruit tarts, jam tarts, custard tarts, egg tarts
Milk tarts, cheese tarts, butter tarts too
Tarts from Manchester, Liverpool and Bakewell
French tarts, Jamaican tarts - to name but a few
Buns from Chelsea, cakes from Eccles
Wafers and muffins from all over the place
Doughnuts filled with jam or chocolate
Made to squirt on your shoulder or face
Strawberries & Cream, Eton Mess
Artic rolls and brandy snaps
Trifles should always be trifled with
If laced with sherry - it's a perfect nightcap
Sorbets leave the palate tingling
Fritters fritter your cares away
Waffles and crêpes warm the spirit
And sundaes are perfect for every day
So, whatever we may call them -
Be it puddings, sweets, desserts or afters
They taste best when shared with company
Served with a spoon, a smile and laughter
I've started my stand-by diet: a few different fruits each day,
and having repeated it time and again, I feel qualified to say
apples, unless of a rare and crisp nature, are mushy and generally gross.
Halfway into the core of one, I'm still starving and feeling morose.
The diet's mainstay, pineapple, for its fat-burning enzymes revered,
when fresh, is somewhat palatable.
If it's green, though, ones mouth can be seared.
And that popular phallic banana, which when peeled, fast begins to rot:
That one I'll leave for the monkeys though it's garnish for sundaes or not!
Tomorrow I'm finally in for a treat. It's a watermelon to eat.
But for all my thumping to test for its ripeness,
it well could taste flat and not sweet.
Blueberries, too, and cherries are good.
I wish there were more fruits like these.
However, I long to see them all "berried"
‘neath Cool Whip atop cream cheese.
Plums or grapes, frozen or plain, "not bad" until they are dried.
By the time I'm consuming ghastly prunes,
I'll be famished for food that is fried!
Mangoes, too, are on my list of what I must partake.
But (gag me) their texture lends the sensation
I'm swallowing snails or a snake.
I've noticed of late with this regimen, its slimming magic is slowing
as with each precious year's dissolution, my metabolism's lowering.
Next week (so I say) I'll banish forever this obsolete, once-potent "cure".
It long since has extracted from me any craving for food that is pure.
With a dull kitchen knife I took my papaya today and reverently sawed it.
With its flavor lingering there on my tongue,
it struck me it hinted of vomit.
*I'm not a big fruit eater as this shows!! This is a diet I will no longer pursue!
Next I should do a poem on how sickening it gets eating salads day after day.
Jan. 27, 2017 for Jamie Pan's "It's time for hilarious poetries"
Last Tuesday night my mother, Jenna comes into the house
I'm sitting in the living room with my other mom, Kelly
Jenna asks us if we could take a drive with her
So we all get in the car
And as we a ll drive, silence creeps along like the cracks of a frozen lake
Our hearts begin to thud slowly off beat
And I wonder and then I know
And I didnt imagine it would end like this
I didn't imagine an ending at all, but if they were going to tell me about the divorce
What a way to do it
I sit in the back seat and think about how lucky we were to have had this family
Their 20 years of marriage, my 15 with them
I remember all of us driving miles out in the highway until I fell asleep in the back seat
i dont want this life to end
Jenna starts to talk
She tells me that our caris just 13 miles away from reaching 100,oo miles now
I wonder if this is part of the divorce speech or just a distraction
I feel angry, they should just say it
She tells me the reason we took this ride is so thatt we could all e there to reach 100,000 miles toghter as the people who matter in our life
Slowly I realize thid idnt a break up ride or a divorce ride or a seperation ride
This is a 100,00 mile ride
Were in the car and we're driving on a Tuesday night
And we're 99,987 miles in
We stop for onion ringd and sundaes
Keep driving 99,993 miles Stevie Nicks
99,997 miles Elton John
When we get to 99,999 miles we holds hands, blast Melissa Ethridge and sing Lucky at the top ouf our lungs
There are too many, reasons that my mamas found love in eachothers presence
There are too many moments when we are unbreakable, and this
moment we are one family
Constructing as we go
Burning bridges behind us
Add mileage like graceful aging
Driving in our car towards moonlight
Nature smiles in Spring
Pulls at our heart string
as greenery's hued in greener tinge
Having had an everlasting effect
on those evergreen trees.
Nature frowns in Autumn
gets all bored, pale and blue in the fall
Almost seems to sigh drily, wryly
Looks dull and drab
except for the windy breeze.
And this very mother nature
in full-blown winter
gives all the cold shoulder
Reveals her cold-hearted side
Could'st turn into a cold-blooded murderer
Even her nature lovers get cold feet
Besides, the winter sun is cold comfort .
A time for a A-tishoo in your tissue
a time for the noisy sneeze
Oh! Beware her icy glare, in the cold war
as she coerces all to freeze!
Ah, in summer, nature boils and goes into a 'heated debate'
What with the burning sun and its scorching torment
Ah, she can be hot-tempered this mother nature
But let the sweltered ones bathe in the seven seas
and opt for sundaes instead of steaming teas.
And if you really wish to see
mother nature fuming in fury
Behold it in thunderstorm and hurricane
You crouched safely behind the window pane
For she might storm at you quite violently
Watch out! She could get real stormy
Better stay out of her way at such times please!
And hee hee I do hope yah like
my seasoned seasonal pun
It's fine here to have
some fair weather fun
And take mom Nature's pic as she says cheese!
Yet the point here, she's created as are all mothers
implying God, not she herself could have made all of these
And so like all God's creatures who have free will
she's fallible and perhaps at times free to do as she please.
(Though some bad weather conditions can be due to human pollution in repercussion.)
I was sitting in my room,
Looking at the stars,
When all of a sudden,
I thought I saw Mars,
I went out of the house,
And looked all around,
I got into my rocket ship,
Straight off the ground.
Milky Way Dairy,
Here I come,
My pockets are full,
To spend on my tum.
Oh, gosh how many
People are here,
Guess I’ll have to queue,
That’s pretty clear
I got out of my ship,
And saw the rotator,
I turned and saw a
Wow kind of waiter,
A strange looking alien,
And laden with shakes,
And to my relief,
I also see choc. Flakes!
The stools are actually ,
Floating in mid-air,
And the waiters mingle
Around, with such flair.
I say to the waiter I’ll
Have a Sundae, Oh
Never mind,
Make that a Monday!
What a menu this is,
And oh what a choice,
After spending my money
I’ll have no voice!
But truly folks,
The Milky Way is a treat,
And you come by Rocket ship,
Such a cool feat!
Take the family there,
And on arrival you’ll find,
A Drive-thru and menu
That’s One of a kind!
So first take a left,
And then a sharp right,
And the Milky way Dairy,
Is almost in sight!
And there in the skies,
And amongst all the stars,
Lies a dream world of Sundaes,
Flakes and Milky bars.
I entered this contest yesterday as a re-post but noticed today it was not on my list of poems so did the necessary.
Re-entry from a posted poem from APRIL 2019
POEM COMPETITION : Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Charles Messina
2021/09/12
A LOT OF NONSENSE
I was sitting in my room,
Looking at the stars,
When all of a sudden,
I thought I saw Mars,
I went out of the house,
And looked all around,
I got into my rocket ship,
Straight off the ground.
Milky Way Dairy,
Here I come,
My pockets are full,
To spend on my tum.
Oh, gosh how many
People are here,
Guess I’ll have to queue,
That’s pretty clear
I got out of my ship,
And saw the rotator,
I turned and saw a
Wow kind of waiter,
A strange looking alien,
And laden with shakes,
And to my relief,
I also see choc. Flakes!
The stools are actually ,
Floating in mid-air,
And the waiters mingle
Around, with such flair.
I say to the waiter I’ll
Have a Sundae, Oh
Never mind,
Make that a Monday!
What a menu this is,
And oh what a choice,
After spending my money
I’ll have no voice!
But truly folks,
The Milky Way is a treat,
And you come by Rocket ship,
Such a cool feat!
Take the family there,
And on arrival you’ll find,
A Drive-thru and menu
That’s One of a kind!
So first take a left,
And then a sharp right,
And the Milky way Dairy,
Is almost in sight!
And there in the skies,
And amongst all the stars,
Lies a dream world of Sundaes,
Flakes and Milky bar
Re-entry from a posted poem from APRIL 2019
POEM COMPETITION : Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Charles Messina
2021/09/12
I stood before the mirror, one last check,
a quick inspection, then head off to town,
silver kipper tie around the neck,
shirt of green, sports jacket of light brown.
Platform shoes on, I boogie down the street,
a first date to look forward to that night,
flared pants flapped in the breeze around my feet,
and my jacket lapels both jinked like kites.
I patted my breast pocket to make sure
my cheque book was inside there, just in case
the night I had in mind costed more
and ended up leaving me sat red faced.
She met me outside Ramsdens, half past eight,
I kissed her cheek and said how good she looked,
went in the bar, got drinks for the short wait,
eight forty-five I had our table booked.
Melon boat for a starter, prawn cocktail,
then chicken in a basket with some fries,
two ice cream sundaes, wafers stood like sails,
we ate and gazed into each other's eyes.
Once the Mateus Rose wine was downed
the waiter swiftly took our plates away,
I paid the bill, got change from twenty pounds,
the chequebook lived to fight another day.
I saw her on the bus, a brief embrace,
a kiss, for one second did our lips meld,
she smiled goodbye, I tried to read her face,
her eyes gave no clue what the future held.
Though forty years have passed since that one date,
my mind still recalls every detail now,
I was told she'd someone else by my best mate,
I pause and still remember her.
The cow.
22nd February 2018
For contest 'where were you in the 70's ', sponsor Line Gauthier.
Summer love,
Summer fun,
Summer trips,
Summer days,
and Summer nights.
Summer love is it real or lust,
how long will it last?
If it's true then good for you,
sorry if it couldn't last.
Summer love have you experienced it?
Summer fun, we all have our own ways of fun,
what do you like to do?
Camping with your sweetheart, swimming or tanning at the beach,
shopping at the malls, or relaxing at the movies.
Summer fun has many varieties, which one is your type of fun?
Summer trips are random and fun,
family, business, just because or honeymoon trips.
Trips to amusement parks, beaches, and campsites,
get away for the summer to relieve some stress,
visits to a new country or state and make lifetime memories.
Summer days you can do any thing you want,
spend the day with your sweetheart, watch children play in the sun.
Eat ice cream sundaes, go to car shows, and relax in the sun,
Go for a walk or go for a ride, do what you want, but enjoy the outside.
Summer days are perfect for listening to what people don't take the time to listen to.....the nature and life.
Summer nights are for fun and mischief,
depends on the type of person you are.
Take a walk around the block..... or two,
snuggle with your sweetheart under the stars.
If you want, go to a secret spot and skinny dip, it's your night, do what you want.
Summer love,
Summer fun,
Summer trips,
Summer days,
and Summer nights.
Do what you want while the summer days and nights are young......
Schwegmann, Winn Dixie, the Superstore and more
Customer service was instilled indeed in you for sure
You hungry so you pull up in the drive thru
Welcome to McDonald's, how may I help you?
Baskins Robbins, oh so sweet
Brownie sundaes I love to eat
Easy Serve turned into Quicky's
Sometimes soda cans are sticky
Working at Lowes after Hurricane Katrina, business was a lot
We sold paint, copper, propane, plywood, nails and sheetrock
Get the items off the shelf at night this had to be
Don't leave it on top stock cause you can't sell what you can't see
The Sky Room, Terminator, Charlie 15
If you ever worked for Delta, then you know just what I mean
Working with the schools were oh so cool and fun
Enjoyed working with the kids and playing in the sun
The job at the Convention Center was indeed a Hot Mess
And the management team, shh... I wasn't impressed
Wasted labor is when you pay desk boys $75,000 or more if you will
And you got spiders and cobwebs growing inside yo window sill
Even the HNIC act like he don't see
Bake me a potato cause this shh... ain't fly with me
This is unacceptable, the words that I would state
Feisty, fierce, dominant and confident, the one they love to hate
I never was a follower going along with the flow
Who the hell is Colette Dright?
They will all come to know
Stand out, even if you gotta stand alone
And if you don't wanta work, stay yo lazy self home