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I sit to write, but first I put some oil in the pot.
Ideas need to simmer and I have a lot.
Red peppers and some celery I add in for some crunch.
Into the pot they go sliced up; it’s quite a bunch.
Some lovely water chestnuts, oh I want those too.
Ideas I can munch on . . . a can of those will do.
Carrots also. Chop, chop, chop – then into the pot
I throw them in as well. Things are getting hot.
Yes, imagination’s heating up so fine.
I want a poem on which a reader wants to dine
Onions I must add as well – so savory and wry!.
Sauteed in oil, they’ll not make anybody cry.
All my thoughts I’m stirring up. Oh they’re smelling great!
To add in all the spices I can barely wait.
For substantial content, I stir in something nice:
my major theme, which would be a lot of cooked brown rice.
I stir and stir my cooking thoughts, veggie words so bright.
With the spices I like best, it’s sure to turn out right.
Metaphors to season all is the yummy soy sauce.
Turmeric and garlic salt will really get across
the flavor of my mixed ideas, Oh, and for the last,
I crack some eggs – the final touch for my grand repast.
My stir-fried rice with eggs cooked in will give it tasty fun.
And now I quickly serve it up. Voilà, and I am done.
May 12, 2022
When dieting, I’m rarely weak. In fact,
I’m Batgirl strong – resisting the allure
of sweet desserts. I’ve never been attacked
by chocolate hunger pangs. I’ve got the cure.
I give myself allowance every day
to taste a little bit of things I crave
since deprivation is the surest way
to get a Superhero sure to cave.
But don’t let popcorn anywhere near me!
The yummy butter smell asSALTS my nose,
and I go crazy, when especially,
nobody else is eating it! Suppose
a bowl of it just sits there? I‘m less strong.
Handfuls of poporn I will keep on getting.
That popcorn you’ll see vanish before long!
I then remove my Batgirl tights . . . regretting.
Oct. 5, 2021
For Anthony Biaanco's Your Kryptonite Poetry Contest
At a meeting, someone said,
“I’m hungry. Who has food?”
Some offerings were made for which
He showed his gratitude:
A yummy looking sandwich,
Missing two or three small bites
And a little bag of pretzels,
Like those given out on flights.
He ate and felt much better,
Glad that we could help him out,
For that’s what having friends around
Is really all about.
The meeting over, I walked out
To catch an uptown train
And passed a stranger on the street
Who shouted out, in vain…
“I’m hungry. Who has food for me?”
He seemed about to cry;
But all the crowd that swirled around
Just kept on walking by.
"Darling, where have you been, Iv'e missed you so!"
"Oh darling, I'm tewibbly sowwy, I forgot to tell you
Where I went! I hijacked a lowwy; just told him to go
Which he did. Awft to the bushes and went to the loo.!"
"Oh darling, that must have been so tewibbly awful
For you. Did the dwiver run away or did he stay?"
"The dwiver stayed honeybun, though he did stall
The engine twice before we dwove away all a fway."
"And where did you tell the dwiver to dwive to my
Dearest darling Nell.? Oh what scandalous pitch
And how naughty you are; what derring do and joy!"
"Yes darling, beside himself he called me a witch!"
"Oh praise indeed darling for a witch is what you are!
But do tell me darling Nell, did you twavel vewy far?"
" Indeed darling. We dwove awound the woundabout;
We heard lots of people sound their horns and shout!
So being qwite afwaid, we went and joined the A1
Which as you know darling is a vewy stwaight woad.
The dwiver didn't mind at all at my holding a gun
To his head! He consigned himself and just followed
My orders as what to do next. I felt like an icecweem;
Stwabewwy and cweem icecweem. It was yummy.!"
"Oh dear Nell, what a gas! What a fabulous scweam!"
"Yes darling. I'm so chasse! so cool! and so uppity
Am I not?" " Oh indeed you are my darling Nell. Tell
Me, where is the dwiver whom you so tewwified
Out of his wits?" "Well, I have to say he did rebel
Somewhat so I had to let him go. He was petwified!"
But I am such a wonderful girl as you know so well
My dearest darling Berti; please don't get too shirty
Because I let him off the hook." "Oh what a crook
You are dear Nell. Welcome home. Was that the bell?"
Now please read out loud with a posh English accent; it will make a difference and you may even laugh at yourself reading so. Edward
Strawberry,
Vanilla,
Banana split
Maybe, I'll have it in a cone, filled with one scoop of triple chocolate chip.
Don’t forget the rainbow sprinkles and cherry sauce that sticks~ Napkins at the ready, for any melting messy drips.
Daddy says " your brain will freeze" if eaten far too quick~
I laughed when daddy’s tongue changed colour, from the blue ice lolly he licked
How am I to choose, so many I could pick~ Imagine tasting Each yummy flavour altogether in a dish.
To every day have ice-cream
That would be my wish
Breakfast, lunch and dinner without ever feeling sick.
I tried a new flavour today , and daddy put a shiny coin in a jar which
Labeled TIPS
Rocky road with chocolate toppings, shaped like little fish
The lady smiled , enjoy! She said , and that is what I did ..
. I love my daddy, And I love our ice-cream trips.
Aunt Elf is brewing a Halloween treat,
something wicked, and ghoulishly special to eat.
Flesh of lizards and roaches and frogs, egad!
Aunt Elf has mixed them all into a salad.
A cauldron simmering way back of the stove,
smells of something atrocious spiked with clove,
a potion she’ll want us to chew without question,
concocted of things we’re too scared to mention.
Head of snake, eye of raven, and claws of bat,
many more gourmet fare awaits us like that.
Aunt Elf is famous for making a sumptuous dish,
Oh! Did I dare tell, she is the county witch?
But all we want is some fun with spooky ghosts
Or bloody masks walking along their undead hosts
And lots of yummy candies lined up on houses’ posts
That’s our kind of Hallow, laughing through mallow toasts!
*couplet and monorhyme*
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Written by: nette onclaud
For: Russell Sivey’s Halloween Fun, 2012
now, for Skat's Halloween Contest
Hi, my name is Ollyver, and here’s my doggie view:
You could call me simply “Boo” and I’d still come to you!
I’m fluffy white, the mini version of an Eskimo.
My human lady makes me go out back and then yells, “GO!”
Sometimes she says more than that. She adds the small word, “pee.”
“Ollyver, go pee,” she cries. “Just pee. Go pee for me!”
Often times I’ll run about or try to dig a hole.
Apparently my digging in the yard is not her goal!
She calls me back and if I do not come, she chases me.
Her voice bears a question and again, that dang word PEE.
Inside the house, I sit near her - unless I hear strange noise,
and often at the window, I’ll look out and see some boys.
I start to yap. I HAVE to yap! I yap, yap, yap, yap, YAP.
And when they leave, I run with glee back to my lady’s lap.
I love to feel her scratch my ears and smooth my pretty fur.
If someone comes too near the house, I’ll yap, protecting her.
She doesn’t often give me yummy food right off her plate,
but sometimes she might give me some, so anxiously I wait.
I make my eyes get big and sad and whimper like a child.
I can’t go too far overboard or else she will get riled!
If food remains upon her plate, she scrapes it in my bowl.
That’s even better than when I go out and dig a hole!
There’s one thing I can’t figure out. She saw me tinkle once
nearby a wall, then yelled about me pulling stupid stunts.
She and her man get crazy when I do that, so I try
to only tinkle in the house when it is on the sly!
She takes me out to that back yard quite an awful lot.
Sometimes I’ll tinkle and I always poo poo like I ought.
More kids outside the window! Must I always have to beg
for them to leave? I yap, and near the wall I lift my leg.
Written June 24, 2012
For Tanya Harrington's "Dog Gone Tales" Poetry Contest
I like all of my romances to be so cheesy.
I also like a romance that can be so sleazy.
I like all of my pastas sauces' so creamy.
I also like all pizzas that are so yummy.
I like feeling like I am living in Rome
With a Mediterranean man flirting with me in my home.
I like feeling him all up from top to bottom,
In all of the ways that surprisingly please him.
I like all of what he always is to me,
In him is a man longing to be set free.
I like feeling so high in the sky with him,
In all of the ways he fulfills my every whim.
I like this romance because it is the cheesiest
In ways that also make it one of the easiest.
I like eating foreign cuisines with him mostly,
In those moments I dine most gratefully.
Gathering of men:
Is always an awaiting den,
To the available preys
That care to listen to theirs says
But to be dropped halfway.
They can't be eaten whole;
When this belief is begot in their souls
For the game plan is not real;
Yet, they wish to be hold still.
At least, that power for lifetime be sealed.
Girls outings are of competition:
A stake of bet on men composition,
For the weave of lie sweet to be true--
Painted far away from the reach of blue,
To set off hell; the fire of truth, out of her view.
Like they do know...
Both is together of each for show;
And as always, have no aim global
That warms up the civilized world noble
In which yummy Cain's pursuit becomes achievable.
Just like democracy:
A stylish rule of autocracy--
Where you pass every test,
Having corrupt the best
And forget the noisy rest*
Just like we could all wonder°
As each continues to ponder•
Who shall bring the sober tease
Off; to man us even a thin peace,
When for all in law, at stake is justice.
Someone needs to fight in deep secret!
Silently with his braveness; live in his billet
And lurk around not with an amigo
While striking his targets-- many an arrow
Whenever devil walks in shadow...
Mama,hush hush me to sleep,lullaby me to dream,take me to bed,kiss my
forehead,as you cover me with perfumed white linen sheets.mama,i
burnt my finger,i bruised my knee,but with a brush of your kiss,all
heals suddenly,mama's love miracle be.mama,tnks for the food,the baked
cannelloni,taste yummy and good,and on my birthday,some chocolate
cakes ,my beautiful sweet mama,bakes.mama,there is no one like mama
all over the world,mama is the most enchanting word.Mama,with your warm
blue eyes,your face full of smiles,you bless me,as from behind the
window,watching me go,you wave in goodbyes. mama,a woman so
faithful, in your believes,you taught me the beauty of God in all things,
in oceans,in skies,in flowers and green velvet leaves.Mama you taught
me to pray,to live day by day,to share with all others,to love my
ownself,your little girl born on the first of May.Mama,a dedicated
mother,a dedicated wife,for better ,for worse,in sickness,in health,
you're strong,you survive. Mama,there is no one like mama,
your heart full of compassion and love.My mother,my friend,a blessing,
God's greatest give from above,"Mama" ~the yellow rose in my garden. .
I love you mama.