Microwave Poems - Poems about Microwave

Amy Ingram, who lives next door, like nobody, you've met before, always talks with a whirring sound, and walks an inch above the ground, all mechanical that's for sure. She reopened the hardware store, mending microwaves and mowers, AI hope for our run down town, Amy Ingram. Red capped residents, soon got sore, said "this ain't our town any more", but some of us stuck to...

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the joyous partner the microwave it has become my chef alas not quite my mother's hand but for its swiftness of foot there is no other yes i survive on the TV dinner oh dear Lord i have shown my age frozen until my vittles need calling it is a world of the chophouse from a hashery where most dine no fuss, just plain celerity...

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Microwave Bandit This food splattered battlefield May you die badly...

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A polaroid, in my drawer, under the junk - a memory found. Wow, I miss fun, it's like there was another life - a past life shared. Remember parties? Sweaty dancing then a plunge in the cold lake? I feel like an old lady reliving childhood in sterile pics. Everything I thought my life would be is gone or on nebulous hold. We're learning a dull brand of patience -...

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Especially one courteously wrapped ably anonymously gifted to an aspiring gourmet Chef Boyardee i.e. not surprisingly... revealing mystery person none other than... yepper namely me. Moost anyone can show off culinary karate chop suey, whether schooled among fishy creatures either from black lagoon, or privately tutored, (this haint no canibal) courtesy mythological Cyclop, somewhat riotously, quirkily and precariously, when blindsided flop which slapdash loco motion often misconstrued for latest dance moves characterizing boogie woogie (touting...

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Snap... crackle... pop... microwave went kaput After start button pushed immediate auditory signal issued nsync with billowing smoke time saving convenient contrivance rendered defunct trucked to dumpster. Pre owned electronic contraption unpredictably went on fritz malfunction occurred without warning luckily spouse, the Misses she instantaneously intervened lest towering inferno engulfed yours truly and wife poetic license expended to identify latter counterpart. Rather than dish out (and scrape together) scarce legal tender strong...

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What are we growing in the microwave? I am not its mama, I am not its slave. Whatever it is, it gets worse every day. If I ignore it, will it soon go away? A variety of colors, big and bold. Could the green stuff be a little bit of mold? I know how to clean it. I have done it...

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The cursed, blessed thing. My Detriment Machine. With this, to you, I cling. My fear resides in the timer ring. Because of this, we can renew. Rekindle fires that once were true. And although my pointer is black and blue, I have yet to give up the warmth of you. At first, I knew of no such thing. But down on your knees, level...

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Your honor, I’ve a case to plead, My microwave has lied to me. I know it seems a minor crime, But I swear its worthy of your time. I was late to school that day, I had thrown my clock away. I had to rush, I could not lag, I threw my books into my bag. I needed to make lunch with ease, I...

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I’m a witch of the modern times, Nay my caldron is not round but square, It has four sides square, and it’s called a microwave. No bubble, bubble toil or trouble, with this new Modern age tool, I just add these mystical Prepackaged ingredients, then sit there on my Broom stick and drool. Forget the bat wings, and the eye of...

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I thought I knew the way things work The twists and tweaks and all the quirks I thought I knew my way around At fifty three a man of town From my birth until my grave I cannot work my microwave I read that damn book upside down Inside out and round and round Things don't cook early Things don't cook late They just stay...

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TWO TOO MANY LIARS I saw her swagger and sway her hips as if they had something to say So knowing the sweltering lady was a liar I ran the other way Surely she’d say something about plans which faded away And dreams of a knight on a white horse upon a fateful day that knight drew his knife...

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Microwave this answer quick fast and in a hurry.Oh the worry makes the mind contrary. Feeling airy on a huge prairie of people dancing. Looking for a way out of the drought. Microwave zip, zap, bam here's the answer. The situation is slowly cook in . The eyes are look in for a...

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