Their food was clearly salty
But their drinks sweetly malty,
Their service rather faulty,
But they weren't at all haughty;
Yes, Owner's son was bossy,
Yet, had sounded not saucy,
In the end, meals not a wretch,
Since, we aren't likely to retch
And all we'd asked for they did fetch,
Sure making hands they did stretch
Therefore, let's not cruelly try
To their victorious looks fry
With either angering coughs
Or seeming The much Pissed - Off...
For another hoped Food Call.
When it's a much smart hall.
Categories:
malty, analogy, drink, health, image,
Form: Rhyme
the distant sound
is menacing
trickled down
the worm hole
hardest part
remembering
the purple
in a circle
smoke in the light
my malty drink
has flattened
i felt great
yet blurry
as the night
had happened
sunset and a sunrise
paradigms are shifting
i can feel quite blissful
i smoke and drink
no sniffing
ready set
enjoy yourself
drink for the pain
cheers to good health
may i always dance in rain
Categories:
malty, aubade, celebration, drug, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Why did you make mosquitos?
They bite my nose.
I hate them!
Why did you make the ocean salty?
Could you make it malty?
I could use a beer.
Why so many seasons?
I see no reason.
Couldn't you make up your mind?
Why do we age
and have PMS rage?
I wish I was a boy.
Why did you make men?
But then again.....
He ! He! He!
Why did you make me curious?
I know it makes you furious
when I ask you stupid questions.
Categories:
malty, funny, god, silly,
Form: Verse
SHORT TRIP TO CULLERCOATS HEAVEN
Summer day in Gateshead grim
Go with limping uncle John
Leave the slums and factories dim.
Train to Cullercoats on our own.
Steep cliff steps and sandy ramps
But cliff-edge binoculars explore -
Though his lost leg gives him cramps -
My sandy-play and the wreck offshore.
Appetites from cool breeze salty
Gravy ducks * then stand in door
Of pub-wood polished, shiny, malty -
One lemonade - or maybe more.
Pocket-sand home now, and shell,
To extend the joy for a time,
Thru dark train tunnels back to hell
Across the river in Gateshead’s grime.
Note : *A gravy duck was a meatball dipped in savoury sauce, extremely tasty
Categories:
malty, nostalgia, sea, urban,
Form: Quatrain