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SUMMERTIMES MAGIC.
Summertimes magic makes a fine holiday,
Where lands of enchantment, invite us to stay.
The lure of the wild, or, in peaceful solace,
These wonderful places we love to embrace.
To dive coral reefs, with it's blues and the greens of aquamarine,
Or tantalise tastebuds, with exquisite cusine.
By dining al fresco, while taking a cruise,
And drink cocktails at eight, mixed with green chartreuse.
With the tang of sliced lemon or sweet tangerine,
Those bountiful fruits will keep palates clean.
A walk on the wild side, delightfully charms,
With the heady perfume, passing lavender farms.
Those waysides and byways, when we need to refresh
At watermelon stalls quenching thirsts we stay fresh.
From the pale lilac crocus, a fine yellow spice,
For exotic dishes, saffron flavoured, served with rice.
All beautiful memories, under cerulean skies,
It's summertimes magic, which fill misty eyes.
8/ 16/ 2017.
Heaven sent famed foodie pearl named after a chap from Kent
Treat with street cred neat feat stuff spread betwixt slice of bread
Hell bent that sarnie blarney intent as naans bent unfurl rotis curl
Tastebuds tamed twirl senses swirl a shame came from an Earl
If spice thrills are your vice or instead perhaps fills you with dread
Across the map.. bam.. bao..bahn mi or a bap.. cash well spent
Gutter scam peanut butter and jam glut just an instagram sham
Tut..cram full of ham..croque monsieur or more glam his madame
Or unctuous wheeze of the rambunctious tease of the Portuguese
Place booked am already hooked on a cheese toasty pan cooked
Slutty don’t give a damn.. a smutty chip butty lovely calorie slam
Wham bam decadent event prevent Hawaiian trying frying spam
Not being hasty Reubens are as tasty as cigars from the Cubans
Top grub can’t snub or choose a sub over jurassic classic the Club
Bocadillo peccadillo maybe tyro with gyro bambino with baby panino
Bespoked umami army of smoked salmon bagels or rye & pastrami
Shawarma true performer why magic number is 3 top of the tree BLT
Warren Zevon when terminal tumour did linger even had seminal humour
No rumour since a boy no glitch the singer was a finger food consumer
This baby boomer’s final pitch said without a hitch what made life rich
Not being a snitch Warren a quote hatched as knew couldn’t be matched
What did bewitch scratched that itch you can’t ditch because life’s a b*tch
The highlight another delight just dispatched so must “Enjoy Every Sandwich”
I would choose Iberian over Siberian a true culinary librarian
Epicurean yet utilitarian not barbarian don’t be a contrarian
Top picks & tricks from heady cultural mix definitely not aryan
Runaway or just the gravy train arcane but with modern refrain
Can’t restrain or contain the insane foody reign of this domain
Go like the clappers for Tapas fiesta then siesta the slow lane
Rally your pals with the gals go dullally down any hidden alley
Croquetas or Las Gambas or just Patatas Bravas in Las Ramblas
Paella the story teller paprika bestow Chorizo glow best seller
Scarlet harlots prawn p*rn dig suckling pig jig a verdant valley
Have a trenchant penchant for any merchant of the don Jamon
Svelte slivers melt tastebuds pelt flow across the Iberico rubicon
Flavour flotilla scintilla of morcilla or tortilla to savour all thriller
Rain falls mainly on the plains starter or main food reigns in Spain
End with the pink,
Not in the stink,
I am talking about a pack of Starbursts candy,
And NOT having to get your last bight from a nasty red colored one,
That would be the same color as a stop sign,
Or taste like bloody diarrhea if it got hard,
Just thinking about disbarring your tastebuds from enjoying a Mars bar,
If that was still around or being talked about,
Only those people who used to have yellow finger,
Or say that real men wear pink would know what I could be talking about,
Yet, now that Donald Trump has been a president in this world,
Beating up a red head becomes more of a crime than it was,
Just between you, me, and the fuzz,
I would cuss at the mother er quicker,
If I did not get the burst of stars that could easily keep me happy even if I was behind bars,
Such as the pink one,
That always comes behind the missing link,
But is still NOT the color Scarlet...
Those eating Starburst I do NOT wish the worst but hope that you have NOT yet sharded,
I usually am NOT that guarded, try NOT to be a harlot, no longer get carded, and have NOT gotten barred yet, from placing the bet that the lighter the red, no matter if it is white and red, in a painting set, would ease someone’s head from turning racism of a canned candy material, into something that could become a serial trend, into making new friends keeping the pink in front of the stink, unless someone has or had to much to drink and said that the red is better in bed, when at that point I would say you do not have to put the pink before the stink because apparently at that point the red would have me dead because I am not wasted but can taste it when the blood becomes a flood, and although I know what should go down, I no longer go down on that type of hood for good, not because of what could be misunderstood, but because of someone’s ed up attitude when they are rude, come unglued, or get in a mood and I cannot go along with it because I am NOT ruled by my emotions but only what is true dude. Thought you knew.
They're gathering their broomsticks
and sharpening their hats
Found catching little spiders
and feeding them to rats
Down pesty little fruit flies
and swiftly soaring bats
All mixing in a cauldron
for temptous gloary vat
And tasty to the forked tongue
of glecious gloried glum
While mixing to the tastebuds
of racious roary grumb
And taking home our vest lines
of ivy, flora, spum
when making it their best fun
of Halloween has come
I wrote this poem based on one I found
on the internet by Lillian Moore.
Here is her version of the poem from
the book Spooky Rhymes and Riddles
Poem about THEM
THEY
polish their broomsticks,
sharpen their hats,
catch some spiders,
feed the bats,
try out some yowls
with all the cats.
THEN
witches are ready for
YOU
KNOW
WHEN!
-by Lillian Moore
Buoyed over waves of elation
Marvel at favourable sights of creation
Prospect for attainment visible
Within glossy bastion, even trials seems agreeable
Mollusk of endearing devotion, grumbling for denied favours seem so easy
How progenitors of our existence purse their frustrations makes one feel lousy
Reeking of corrupted souls, makes tastebuds sour to elixir
Grafted as second skin blends to exude a new color
Aversion so easily discerned when everything awash
How chameleon spirit avulsed everything from one in a stroke of whiplash
Hooters perched on the demise of accrued inheritance
Consternation that needs to be shackled for their malefactor dance
When plunder acknowledged for their vantage
Stipends bequeathed as morsels to owner of the heritage
When the bubble finally bursts
Lesson that even if one's dominion life is not always just
Monitoring in anticipation stranger's and dear ones alike by holter
Affirms the old adage that blood is thicker than water
Thistle Be Nettlesome To Weed...
Who (on a lark) doth
spur my distant soul
fully bellowed ahoy
quickly hastening
ye to catfish
as a way to avoid
this beastie boy
wherein America playfulness
of generic gull versus buoy
ought tubby coy,
where thee
(latter days haint)
feeble, (non fable us)
jerry-rig mock up employ
appetizing as pâté de foie
gras, flavored for
tastebuds of goy
opposed to dietary
strictures of Jew,
moost likely christening
implies holier than thou
(especially, asper those hoy
tee toy
tee upscale rich folk)
proudly prideful mensch
linkedin kindling joy
de vivre, while
quietly dwelling stoke
king traditions ensconced, poke
king and prodding youngest
generation to become
rooted like mighty oak,
within their mini mansions,
and attending synagogue,
solemn non joke
kingly seriously
commingling, congregating,
and copulating plenti
fully, while livingsocial
at least among other rich folk,
sans Mainline, Pennsylvania
a cohesive family tribe
dispersed members of Zion
prompting this atheistic
scribe try'n
to fathom long gone - NEIN
never forgotten Semitic
village people (mine
ancestry), who hailed and
harkened from Eastern Europe
wonder on this
eightieth anniversary,
of Kristallnacht, where genocide
cleft a jagged line,
where ponders thyself
countless relations
haunting as I dost
eat, sleep or dine!
PIZZA- LISTING MAKES - A ROBUST TREAT
Thin, thick or double crust...Tell me what you lust.
Variant flavors, eye-wheel hush. Tickling your tastebuds to blush..Ham, vegy,
pepperoni, it has.. Cheesy or saucy, it is just. Each piece, one great blast
Oven-fresh a delicious trust! Mouth and nose will combust! Allured to
pizza's smokey gust. Merrily! I'll eat two or three. Especially when
given for free. Though sometimes, I crave whole. For each
savory part a full! One or two takes, isn't a big ache.
Healthy body will not be at stake.For you can
choose each flake. Combine it with fresh
juicy shake. If you got much, do
some quakes. So fats and
big bellies will break.
All these makes
pizza one
robust
treat
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4:54pm
revised: May 05, 2014
NOTE: VEGY i shortened the word vegetable :D
It's such a pleasurable thing
having a sandwich to your taste
one that make your tastebuds tingle
you want to enjoy it not to haste
Firstly take nice wholemeal bread
spread on some nice creamy butter
this gives it such smooth texture
not like others that seem to stutter
Put on a fresh iceberg lettuce
covering it with some coleslaw
give it couple slices of cheese
then sliced onions nicely raw
Now to finish it off a real treat
take a few slim slices of ham
honey cured such a sweet taste
giving your tongue healing balm
Just add a little shake of pepper
now you're ready! looks a sight
can't just sit and look there at it
go on! have a munching good bite
I took my last fall ride
Down the road
Where we could see egg yolks beaten with milk
Splattered upon the sweet gum, silver birch and hickory
Fall's angular sunlight at just the right time of day
Bringing to life those divine colors
Almost hurting my eyes with the brilliance
And the awesome illumination sent from God
The hills came alive with color
Rust, yellow, gold, orange, pine green mixed with amber, and brown
Like spring's potatoes' skins which fall swiftly
Into the waste pail so we can have mashed for lunch
Looking upward a vision of longing for design
The V of geese flying south
If we were to stop, turn off the engine
We could hear the honks of them longing for home
We could also see
Those geese break through a
Panting bulldog cloud then disappear
Above fall's glorious color as we pass it by
A short trip where we stop only once to purchase
Apples, apple cider
Then aroma surrounds us tempting our tastebuds
At home, warm caramel and fresh apples for dessert
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Contest: Fall Flavors
Date Written: 9/12/2022
Theme: Taking A Fall Drive