Luncheon Poems - Poems about Luncheon

Marsupial luncheon was a huge success We had enough food with a plausible guess Kangaroo baby made an enormous food mess We did not help mama clean it, I must confess. It’s all in her pouch the koala said. She is embarrassed. Her face is quite red. Opossum did not reply. She was playing dead. All marsupials were amply and adequately fed....

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Mosquito Beaters Luncheon Class of '64 By Franklin Price 03/17/2022 It was only just a week ago That we met at Island Time Older now and maybe wiser Than when young and in our prime The faces looked familiar As the years were wiped away We were the class of '64 Who had come to lunch that day I exchanged hugs with ladies With a light...

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A lesson needed to be taught This wandering wolf thought Prowling the area Birmingham flats Saying “we are not getting into that” Finding the villa owned by Astin Gate code giving without the asking Went up a few flights To have afternoon conversation with bites Ringing the doorbell “Are you gonna sell?” Right off the...

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He said s/he was a Permaculture Designer of cooperative economies. I asked him/her why I should care about designs long-term while I am still struggling through this day before tomorrow, when I, best case scenario, awaken healthy to begin surviving yet another day before night's cold unrest. So glad you asked s/he seemed to say without youthful presumption of telling me what I already knew, Good question! Permaculture Design...

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YouthGroup interviews WiseElder lunch crowd Notes: (1) What do you recommend for improving our long-term health prospects? Question met with quiet, not smug, possibly embarrassed? amusement. Honey, I'm eighty years old. My goal is to continue gracefully accepting my future losses. I'm not sure that helps you with collapsing climate and economic and political health issues. (2) Why have you done so well so far? Oh, you poor child! This is your...

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I was a part of a cannibal's luncheon. Fat melted like ice. My wife joined the Caribbean dance. Sautéed metaphors....

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(Re old poems) The luncheon of French bourgeoisie under frilly striped awning. Young fair maiden, rosy cheeks- beguiling her eyes; leans on the railing. Amidst fruits and undrunk wine in amorous air strokes dog, a wife. Men look askance in yellow straw hats, faces muse in blazing whites. Quivering tints alive on a terrace, evolve in sunbathed human life. `` Based on...

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I closed my eyes and An array of colors were seen, Like unto prismatic stained glass. I saw it start to approach and Watched to grow....

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Has anyone ever heard of Edouard Manet? The late artist painted something controversial in his day. Art connoisseurs can see it on display if they visit a museum in Paris called the Musee D’Orsay. Two men and a woman enjoy a picnic outside. The woman certainly didn’t have anything to hide. Three piece suits are worn by each male. However, completely naked...

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Each Sunday after luncheon As long as it’s not cold My parents have their little walk Although they’re getting old It’s their routine, they’ve done it Ever since I was a lad Each Sunday after luncheon Just me and Mum and Dad At three o’clock they like to stop To have a cup of tea A sticky bun for Dad and Mum A sticky bun...

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King size prawn cocktail hors d'oeuvre Duchesse potatoes Crown roasted ribs of mutton Balmoral tarlets Mint imperials Bourbon bakes Sheik!...

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