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Any foodie on the brink
Of getting moody thinks
Of the dear dairy panacea
The culinary kinks
The cultural links
Gourmet high jinx
Of no.. not Cullen skink
CHEESE
As drinks clink then sink
Where the nods & the winks
Go to the food of the Gods
The stuff that really really stinks
CHEESE
A noble global endeavour
Arty farty dolcelatte party
Comte & cheddar
Smutty nutty double header
CHEESE
Palette caged by a rare
Cave aged Gruyere
Who can forget..appetite whet
Heat light stand manned..expands..
Milky glue or is it silky Moo Goo
Fanned..hands pulling strands
Eat not..planned fondue
Best damned bet
Always get a Raclette
CHEESE
Prouder of Gouda
Or louder Parmesan fan
Even when its powder?
Tilting to the built in love
For Stilton.. never wilting
Hard the calling card
Or more a Roquefort sort
Taught soft held aloft
French can’t bench moulds
Aristocratic blue vein
Dramatic wench holds court
Emphatic stench & stain
CHEESE
Whatever floats your boat
Maybe Goat gets your vote
Or those in the know
Gloat..chose sheep & Manchego
CHEESE
Young or well hung
Given time in the cellar
But won’t sneer at Paneer
Mozzarella can be stellar
Even give a damn
About dear Madame Edam
CHEESE
If you're of that whining ilk
Got that dining disease
Opining it’s just mouldy milk
Having a dig..you big tease…
Well won’t try to appease
CHEESE
Wary of the not rated
Scary squirting lube
You squeeze with ease
Flirting fairy out of a tube
Ill fated.. pre grated or
Diced into a nice cube
CHEESE?
Or drastic vices
Plastic elastic slices
Could go for Dairy Lea
Fell under the Babybel spell
Or pray tell maybe
Its Le Vache qui Rit
CHEESE?
Always a winning wheeze
Ideal at the beginning
Or end of a meal
No ratty ways of thinning
Natty diets lose to fatty riots
Choose ways of sinning
A ruse to amuse..
MORE CHEESE PLEASE
He says grinning
P.S If eating cheese before bed
Gives you a crappy nightmare
So what if you have fed
On cheese in these dreams
No scrappy schemes in your head
Led to days with rays of sunbeams
Teams of happy memes instead
Well it seems only fair
Twice in the month (full) then we're blue,
I saw you standing alone, nothing you could do,
maybe by Moon River with your lips in a quiver,
on Mars the canal man said: Stand and deliver.'
Perhaps I could have been called 'Two Moons,'
in the last life - 'I haven't seen you for months,'
then accused of speaking with a forked tongue,
on the trail where a white man had been well hung.
There were long shadows cast by an eerie glow,
with boots swinging and feathers bobbing in a row,
the old man in the moon must have been white,
because no one else could have been quite so bright.
They say that it's not so good to mention Uranus,
however, she's what we've got between all of us.
Ok!...
I fell in love again
Yea! Yea! I know after the last love pain.
But this won’t go wrong, it’s… with … a man so it’s not the same
He loves me… I think…
He gave me a little wink
I was hooked from the first time I saw him
Ok… I know how it sounds and how it may seem
But when I stared into his eyes
I was weak and boy you should see his size
I bet he will make any woman quiver
I saw one woman, when she saw him, you would actually see her shiver
I know that this love is the one
Yes men out there, you ask, How can a man love another?
Instead of having me heart broken, in this case I would rather
Anyway this man, is special… he is the one
He ladies and gentleman is my new born son… ?
*Born 11 November 2010, Matthew Ethan Hall
How do I know he is mine?
He is well hung with big…well he is a Hall after all*
There was something about her smile that said something is not right.
Or that I am a pigeon; or that I am not totally on task or very bright.
But I am slow on the uptake, so I said I would meet her brother Low-grr.
I did not realize until he appeared with roses that he is a green ogre.
Not the color difference that surprised me and made me cringe.
But the predatory twinkle in his brown eyes that gave me a hard twinge.
I felt him looking me up and down, and I felt a tremor for sure.
I knew at the end of the night I would be lucky to remain chaste or pure.
He is more handsome than the ordinary pink and brown guys I date.
More entertaining too; I knew I had truly met my glorious fate.
I took him home to meet the family and my grandma let out a scream.
The best lover I ever had was the same color as his green!
She was almost never this honest, so the family began to laugh.
Except, she added, that one time I dated a very well-hung giraffe.
My father’s face got dark and redder than I have ever seen.
Grandma is something else now that she’s an Alzheimer’s Queen.
Lighten up! My mother said. She is open to all kinds of stuff.
Being a doctor has made her much stronger, kind of tough.
Daddy could not stop blushing, but Ogre made him feel better.
He said, “Tell me about your best-looking Christmas sweater.”
Low-grr and I ended up being best friends, not lovers at all.
But we walk around the town and talk, and our talk is not small.
He asks about my grandma from time to time, because he is a great guy.
He truly is the best listener my girlfriend Jean said with a sigh.
So, I set them up on a date, and she married him straight away.
They both liked the set up; their wedding was happy and gay.
My grandma came and said some stuff that embarrassed my Dad.
But it was still the best time as maid of honor that I have ever had.
Any foodie on the brink
Of getting moody thinks
Of the dear dairy panacea
Culinary kinks
Cultural links
Gourmet high jinx
Where the nods & the winks
Go to the food of the Gods
The sexy minx that really stinks
A noble global endeavour
Palette caged by a rare
Cave aged Gruyere
Arty farty dolcelatte party
Comte & cheddar
Smutty nutty double header
Camembert flair
Prouder of Gouda
Stilton to share
Or louder Parmesan fan
Even when it’s powder?
Aristocratic blue vein
More a Roquefort sort
Or St Augur holds court
Emphatic stench & stain
Tester of Red Leicester
What's better than Feta
Double Gloucester no imposter
Boursin or St Paulin on the roster
Snarl if there's no emmental
Pecorino the Ferrari Dino
Halloumi whispers consume me
New coup for Exmoor blue
Hail the tale of Wensleydale
Willy nilly grab a slab of Philly
Wealthier folks say Philadelphia
On the grounds sounds healthier
Right now is Ricotta somehow hotter
Or creamy dreamy Burrata smarter
Kowtow to Yarg from Celtic Kernow
Homage to fromage global trotter
Whatever floats your boat
High roller Gorgonzola
Maybe Goat gets your vote
Or those in the know
Gloat..chose sheep & Manchego
Young or well hung
Given time in the cellar
Yippee glee of smelly brie
But won’t sneer at Paneer
Mozzarella can be stellar
Even give a damn about Madame Edam
Stringy Raclette the best bet yet
Or the goo of Fondue more you
Can't sledge a wedge of Old Amsterdam
Primula still familiar
Wary of the not rated
Scary squirting lube
You squeeze with ease
Flirting fairy out of a tube
Ill fated.. hated pre grated
Diced into a nice cube
Drastic or fantastic vices
Chose those plastic elastic slices
Could plea for some Dairy Lea
Fell under that Babybel spell
Or pray tell a stash of well maybe
Laughing cow oui Le Vache qui Rit
If I were straight as an arrow, or gay
as a songbird; then I'd consume the time,
exhaust “carpe diem,”—and thus seize the day!
For life's too short; and youth's brief paradigm,
like the spring season, is much more fleeting
than young love (a fact that's best left unknown).
So, you see that I'm not above cheating
fate: growing old and wise is overblown.
Just as wisdom is wasted on the old,
so is youth and love wasted on the young
(as they say): so, if being gray is like gold
in one's twilight years, then my cock's well-hung!
For what's there more to say? Life's just too hard
and short: so make much of its brief reward.
eye to telescope all night long,
she looks for the Goldilocks zone,
her young new husband six foot strong,
desires her soft flesh on her bone!
married in love just few weeks back,
astronomy gets attention,
muscular torso full six pack,
from her gets no passing mention!
passions are different when young,
for her extra terrestrial,
being male hormones flushed, well hung,
his plans more territorial!
late one night exhausted from her search
she said “ you know Goldilocks zone?”
“Not G zone”! he said from his perch,
“can show you G spot when alone!”
Thanks to the weather in England,
cloudy nights came to his rescue,
he shows her stars now with his wand,
she is in Goldilocks zone new!
Written 18/March/2021
Goldilocks zone poetry competition
Anthony Biaanco sponsored
8 syllables each line 5 quatrains!
In Washington Joe Biden's all the buzz
Voters are amazed at what the man does
He stays awake every day
Yet doesn't plan what to say
Spending trillions ~ Words just get in the way
Kamala Harris is singing her song
That open borders can never be wrong
She went to El Paso
But forgot her lasso
Got egg on her face, not even well-hung
Morose now, Donald Trump sits and he plots
At Mar-a-Lago, his guests drunk on scotch
Trump's out of his element
No longer an elephant
Melania's gone ~ Who's scratching his crotch?
Nancy Pelosi's waiting in the wings
To do lots of 'social democrat' things
But first she'll ask AOC
If it is OK to be
Our new President at age ninety-three
It’s A Stitch Up
I struck a match and the gas cooker did me
So a chap called Sidney gave me a kidney
I didn’t steal it and I didn’t beg
But a fellow called Clegg gave me a leg
My best mate Paul gave his left eyeball
But my uncle Jock gave nothing at all
Thanks to Steve there’s an arm up my sleeve
And the fact I can breath is hard to believe
But the praises I’ve sung cos Burt gave me a lung
Fall short of Fred Young who made me well hung
And so I thank Fred for my prowess in bed
But if it wasn’t for Ted, I’d still have no head
When I walk again I hope I will meet
The geezer next door who gave me his feet
Nobody knows who gave me my nose
But a guy up my street gave me all of his toes
Old Bobby Tutt gave me his gut
The rider from Pizza Hut gave me his butt
But how can I ever thank young Tommy Green
Who gave me his heart and his liver and spleen
But it seems all those people I never shall greet
For when the gas blew, it blew up the street.
”Rego’s threescore encore tour”
(one of me oldest/best mates has just turned sexy/sixty and is celebrating in Ronda in Espagna)
Did you hear..“Wow the Rego’s Sexy”
So tasty.. like Iberico jamon
Come on ..don’t be hasty.. cloth ears
Before it goes to his head
His peers said “the Ego’s.. Now Sixty”
As those he holds dear all ponder
The wonder of those hero years
Having a ball..let’s say cheers
To a Brummie (with a touch of svelte Celt) not a Scallie
Rich voice of Villa on the pitch
Of course Redditch does bewitch
But he gets that wanderlust itch
Marky couldn’t be much fonder
Of a wee wander..then dilly dally
Won’t keep tally …go dullally
Rally down a hammy tapas alley
Fawns about those prawns over yonder
With your ladies..shindig grin adorns the big daddy
No whammy…just so bloody jammy..lucky plucky Paddy
Clearly can still be a really silly billy
But don’t let it fester..won’t pester
Fiesta to siesta…the jester of Ronda
He denies its lies...this guy’s got a prize wil*y
Sixty years young…still well hung
Between his thighs..behind his flies
He does surmise..the size of an anaconda
Famous for an old bridge over a ruddy ridge
Flocks in the tourist mist..tall tales
But what a shock..never ever fails
To be now.. somehow beer a clock
My sneaky cheeky buddy..
Lovely locks…you “silver fox”
Anyhow have a corking trip…run amok..
Let rip….aficianado bravado…wind in your sails
Blissed yesteryear gist..bucket list scale
And we’re not talking about the stale
Fuddy duddy.. austere que*r valley
That in comparison pales…& hails from Wales (Rhondda)
p.s does tickle me that.. already in a ickle bit of a pickle.. you drain another jar in Spain …no shame..a thirst you can’t tame…that ha ha…not being fickle..R-onda (red honda) is also my car’s name …