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In The Kitchen:
Hang a pound of hickory smoked thick sliced bacon
Cover the bacon with white paper towel to prevent splatters
Pre-heat oven to 350 degree
Cover baking sheet with silver aluminum foil
Place whole-wheat yeast rolls on the baking sheet
Dot each roll with luscious creamery fresh butter
Place rolls into the pre-heated oven
Place thick bacon into microwave oven to cook for ten minutes
Beat-up four eggs incorporating air add two tablespoons milk beat some more
Take out that aggression on those eggs
Cook omelet in preheated oil covered pan
Top that omelet with some shredded cheese just a little
Call everyone to come:
Breakfast awaits
After weighing myself and gaining five pounds
I knew the consequences were profound
I bowed my head and softly prayed
Please let these pounds melt away
I had made a grocery list to send
It was time for a home delivery again
I knew I had to do as I must
Edit the darn thing or my belt would bust
The sugar became Splenda the doughnuts were gone
Ordering those Reeces cups was just plain wrong
No more jellybeans the soda became diet
I deleted the white bread, whole wheat got to try it
The syrup and jellies became low fat
Peanut M & M's no more of that
Brown rice replaced white rice making sense
While Nestle Quick became milk at two percent
But Halloween was dawning so would I dare
Order a giant bag of chocolate to pass out and share
I knew I could do it not nibble a one
So I order the big bag for the holiday fun
My groceries arrived and the deliverer put them inside
I begin putting everything away my order seemed okay
But emptying the last bag I was disappointed to see
My order did not contain my giant bag of candy
So I checked my e-mail for the grocery review
And it was something I should have knew
I did pray for myself to lose weight
The candy was out-of-stock, ain't God great
For one hundred and twenty-nine years McVities’ digestives have been eaten.
They are touted as good for digestion, and their chocolate version cannot be beaten.
Tesco, Doves Farm and Mark and Spencer have all jumped into the biscuit game.
Attempting to overthrow McVities as the number one, but their biscuits re not the same.
A mere eighty-four calories, if you only have one or two or three it will be okay.
But sometimes I am worn out and irritated and eat a package at the end of the day.
I reach for chocolate ones, which are tastier than the American’s Graham Cracker.
Or water biscuit to you, if you are English, and am not sure of their terms whacker.
The digestive originated in Scotland, but do we want to give all the credit to them?
After all we have perfected our eating of it with your pinkie held up as a little stem.
With double cream or gammon, and possibly a bit of golden syrup too,
We like our tasty bites in secret, or with choice guests, whose blood is blue.
It says on McVites website that an employee Alexander Grant formulated secret recipe.
They use whole wheat flour and baking soda, so an antacid, they pretend it can be.
In actuality, it is a sweet meal biscuit, and it is good for eating with your Earl Gray.
I am going to have to leave you now, for my salivating mouth is getting in my way.
And For Supper Tonight...
The Missus Prepared Her Trademark Tortilla Pizza
Hmm...yum...after a hard
days night of reading Hebrew,
though I do not know a word,
nonetheless taking leftist to right
correspondence course tubby guru
hoop fully coaxing posthumous fame and glory
detailing mundane epistles about this Matthew,
yours truly indulged in delicious comestible eschew
wing noncombustible vegetarian ingredients,
asper supp pur ream culinary
innovative eats, she whipped up anew
(similar how mine late mum did construe
tasty dishes to buzzfeed famished motley crew),
anyway thee wife comprised something new
microwaved cooked, (the stove off limits),
yet savory extemporaneous hodgepodge
usually delightful originating predicated on Jew
whoosh heritage, sans unpredictable menu
within fount tin head,
where earlier this evening she drew
forth, the above titled nonpareil zesty
substantial adequately satiating
me tummy, which uttered
(rather incoherently) halloo
since supercalifragilous expialidocious impossible
mission to verbalize
with full mouth, relishing anew
analogous when just a whippersnapper,
viz teenage mutant ninja turtle lapping stew
wickedly bubbling cauldron warming Inuits igloo
thawing this adventure seeker,
when a mere hatchling shew
wing fearlessness, I unwittingly got shell lacked
(became nearly homeless) sent askew
enroute rescued courtesy Mister Magoo
aforesaid Eskimos he knew
nursed me back to health
shaman donned as a "FAKE" kangaroo
accompanied by apprentice
trumpeting on Taj Mahal miniature didgeridoo,
which nostalgic "FAKE" memory
spouse poked das man
i.e., dozing papa awake asking review,
regarding Tortilla Pizza comprising:
whole wheat tortilla, dairy free vegan cheese
organic mild salsa
meatless crumbles
cubed eggplant.
8:12 The machine carries me
Where I need to go
8:30 Not so loud
Please
Not so loud
8:55 I wish for sleep
Sleep is not an option
Must medicate
Arise
9:10 He looks upset
I promised him it won't happen again
He hates it when I lie
11:00 My eyes hurt
They feel burdened
And heavy
12:00 Chicken salad on whole wheat
Lettuce, tomato, light mayo, pickle
Bottle of Diet Coke
1:00 For the love of all that is good
This can not be happening to me
2:30 He seemed happier to speak to me this time
He seemed pleased
I'll have to try harder
5:05 I'm not stopping
I don't care about your cause or
Why you want my money
Please leave me alone
7:00 I wish for peace
Peace is not an option
Must medicate
Down the hatch
9:15 I could stay like this forever
Silent and
Still
10:30 Give me your strength Angel Girl
And I will give you mine
1:30 I wish for sleep
Sleep is not an option
Must medicate
Breathe in the air
Bigwigs like to breakfast
With compadres of their ilk.
They like imbibing power
With their coffee, tea or milk.
The usual location
Where they meet and break their bread
Plans to close for renovations,
So what will they do instead?
A restaurant’s been chosen
As replacement for a while;
Because it’s on Park Avenue,
It has the proper style.
A certain politician, though,
When asked about it, boasted,
“I’ll try it, but they’d better know
I like my whole-wheat toasted.”
With all the problems in the world
Just falling at their feet,
How strange to think the big shots
Care so much ‘bout where they eat.
Perhaps our negativity
Towards them would be more minor
If they would meet for breakfast
At the low-cost local diner!
She's too skinny. She's too fat.
He's too white. He's too black.
She's too pretty. She's not hot.
He wears stripes. He likes dots.
She's too peppy. She's too sad.
He's too cheerful. He's too mad.
She's too quiet. She's too loud.
He's too humble. He's to proud.
She's too much a lady. She's not enough.
He's too weak. He's too tough.
She's too lenient. He's too strict.
I can't have a conversation without pitching a fit.
It's too old. It's too new.
I want more than one, but I'll hate having two.
It's too original. It's too much the same.
I don't care if you say it's awesome, I say it's lame.
Too young, too old, too short, too tall,
I have standards to uphold, and you'll conform to them all.
Although we don't see eye to eye,
And our opinions are as different as whole wheat and rye,
I won't unfollow, I won't ignore.
I'll shove my opinions through your front door.
I'll shame you in public and criticize your name.
It's not "just a movie". It's not "just a game".
Your misery is my happiness, unless I get what I want,
And I'll get what I want through threats and insults, hatred and taunts.
You will confirm until we agree.
This is all about me, me, me.
Jam or custard-centred is a matter of preference.
Under the counter lights, the many delights beg—
Slathered in cream is a bonus to consider.
There’s no greater buzz than entering the emporium.
Doughnuts have always been my emotional crutch
Ever since my college days, when cramming for exams.
Slipping sugary treats into my school satchel;
Soggy, healthy whole-wheat sandwiches were ignored.
Even during pregnancy, my craving intensified.
Recreating my one secret indulgence always flopped.
The small corner bakery still serves the best temptations—
Shedding the pounds on my hips: a lost cause.
Invitation for Food Fight
‘Can you hear?
I am here.
Dear Mary, “Merry Christmas”!
In Deer Park, first we met.
Do you remember?’
'Yes, I remember. You are Mr. Brown.
That day, you looked so handsome in brown suit.’
‘On Christmas, we will enjoy our First Date
with date-plum cake
in shape of ship and taking meat of sheep.
Celebration on Christmas, not in mass,
only for us.
For your sake, to start with milk-shake,
Your favorite drink.
Cheese balls as appetizer, then fantastic fish sizzler, crab froth.
You nay stick on chicken drumstick.
Let prawn cutlet be on the table
Grilled capsicum! She must come.
Sweet Heart! My Honey!
Honey-roasted nut, we can’t cut.
Sweet doughnut of whole wheat with hole at center,
I love much.
I see! Icy dark chocolate!
We must eat. It is delicious.
From same glass, using two straws to drink straw- berry juice.
‘ll relish cream of love with butter scotch ice cream.
We two too will sip red wine
and won’t mind on champagne-raid.
A night for Her and Him singing hymn for food fight.
In dim candle light,’ll deem on dream of unison.
12/2/17
To Have Fun With the Candidates
By Franklin Price
1/25/2015
To have fun with the candidates
Should not cause any fuss
For after all most every day
They're having fun with us
Trump is a real playing card
Ted would like to Cruz to a win
Jeb's just beating 'round the Bush
Rubio thinks he's a Gem
Fiorina's whole wheat flour
Then there's honey Huckabee
We should be in a Santorum
There's a Christie cream to see
The taste could make a Kasich
Costing way too many Rand
Wouldn't like to drive their Carson
Maybe a Republican
The leprechaun O'Malley
Feels the Bern socialistically
If he's going to make it to the top
Has to climb the Hillary
So confused there are so many
Hard to see how I should vote
Who won't lead us lambs to slaughter?
Who won't be a Judas goat?
Guess that wasn't funny
Well it wasn't meant to be
Be careful what you're looking at
Is what you think you see