Mouthwatering scents rise from the oven's heat.
Each bite brings comfort, satisfying and complete.
All the herbs and breadcrumbs combined in a savory blend.
Tangy glaze caramelized is such a sweet dividend.
Leftovers are sealed in Tupperware tight.
Oma’s gift reheated on a cold, wintry night.
Across the table awaits an untouched pie made of mincemeat.
Forgotten peas sulk, saddened with a feeling of defeat.
The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody
Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree
Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix?
Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry
A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee
Making her a friend in furious practicality
Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy
Forming a deliberate, desired universal solid symmetry
Would you like a chewy chickpea Lee asked widow and me.
I heard hyena-like laughter from Leroy, the red-butted monkey
Rolling them in warm tortillas is the chef’s secret recipe
Flamboyant frog huffed away, jingling her copper jewelry
The rest of us stared, which we do on Wednesdays, habitually
Being yourself and making no apology is the key said monkey
The faeries made themselves tinier, they were in fact now wee
Lovely monorhyme in progress, guessed my observant cousin Vee
I must agree said my boss, the pompous persnickety Mr. McGee
The rhymes are rather delightful, and frankly, there are plenty.
Passing of the New Year
We could have had champagne and not Buck’s fizz, but then we aren’t in showbiz. We glorify and harness God’s creation in full spirit, praising his glory. The passing of the year, nothing to fear, his goodwill to mankind, it is without deploration, acutely aware of the labour ahead-January blues, that first Monday does lamentedly lurk, far from jovial or jaunty as work is around the cruel corner. Unadorned is now the room but the fire still ablaze where the cat does lethargically laze. Snow did disrupt December endeavour and to avoid the roads, we’d be more than clever-force winds doesn’t hinder the odd ocean swimmer-madness to those who take hot wine from the beach’s cafe with views of breaking waves which battle the surfers. Many a woman is all too aware that more mincemeat won’t make a tactical nighttime dancer trimmer. A fanciful occasion for many albeit far from a duchess, but prone to impress to celebrate the New Year is without much persuasion.
Mincemeat British sweet pie.
Memories of Christmas,
Mix dried fruits and spices,
Mingle enough brandy
Manage pastry in pie,
Mince put in pie and baked
Much aroma dessert.
Placed 2
Montague Middleton’s matronly mother made marvellous munchy meringues
Montague Middleton’s most massive midriff made many a menu mistake
Montague Middleton met many maidens; Mother made mincemeat of most
Montague Middleton’s mother maintained, “Men mustn’t marry Miss ‘Fake’.”
Montague Middleton met Molly Milton, many men ‘met’ Molly more
Montague Middleton married Melissa; so many mad moans Molly made
Montague Middleton’s most massive mansion made more modest mansions mundane
Montague Middleton moved Molly in, making Molly both mistress and maid
Montague Middleton’s missus made many mouthwatering munchies
Montague Middleton’s missus made Monty’s mouth moisten most days
Montague Middleton’s missus met Molly, mentioning marital meddling
Montague Middleton’s mischievous mistress mocked Melissa’s malaise
So:
Montague Middleton murdered his missus
Montague Middleton married his mistress
But:
Montague Middleton made a mistake
For Montague Middleton’s mistress
Can’t bake
Snared for an errant tweet
Never thought to be discreet
Escorted by a kick to the seat
Hope fell to grieve at his feet
Kremlin brass-knuckle browbeat
~ Carves innocence into mincemeat
He rode a trail from out west.
Twas at the sawbone's behest.
As he turned southeast,
Ran into Cochise.
So, now He's Mincemeat, They said.
lacksidasical larry leaps lovingly through the air
making mincemeat marauders truly want to care
nine nefarious nigglebuns are trying not to stare
outrageously outstandingly outrunning marathon mare
providing pristine plots to princely priestly pree
quizzing quality quails wondering why I am free
resident ruffians reaching residual responsibility
stressing strenuous starlight studies under thee
tricky trustworthy triple treats tripping up and down the bay
understanding understudy underlings trying to have their say
visualizing various viillains we often meet along the way
‘xoecting ‘xact ‘xasperating ‘xersizes to save the day
zany zigzagging zealots zipping into the fray
Mysterious Mumbo micron meanders most monochrome mornings
Merry Mickey monster makes mentionable mackerel marmalade
Michigans maleficent mayor maimed Mrs.Maryjane May Marlow
Mumbling meager monarch mumbles making Muncie memorable
Minute minions marched missing marshmallow marsh
Montana mistresses mixed millions, mincing megaphones
Marvelous misguided monkeys mimed minutemen,
Milly mistakenly met misogynist men making mincemeat
Marty’s munchable muffins mysteriously melted
Mystical memories mischievously met Merry Mickey
Missouri's mania maybe mystifying many Minnesotans
Moppish meanies mislaid miniscule Mississippi maps
In My Bible had not feared An Angel;
If he got the chance would put one in jail
Hadn’t they been A Group he once headed
And why would he judge his powers faded?
One could again charge at whom one had ruled
And not at all think one had oneself fooled…
Any surprise he’d accosted Michael
In Jude ready with him to go to Hell;
Over Dead Moses stating ownership
A catch-up speed with Michael’s Airship
From Armed Michael, still “The Lord rebukes thee”
No entry into sword fights; “Just flee!”
“Or else Lord God you dread and dodge you’ll meet
And he shan’t fail to you make a mincemeat!”
The same we see in Zechariah,
Satan, A Volunteering Crier
Against Joshua, High Priest of Obvious Sin
Ignoring present Angels Fat and Thin
Himself positioning for Attack
On Joshua with Spiritual Lack
And then God’s “I rebuke thee” from heaven
And Satan’s legs became wings of raven.
Morey Mouse made merry,
Mollifying Mallory’s Mama,
Maybe mixing mammoth metaphors
Marvelously mystical, Marmaduke mimed
mingling, meshing, ‘mogrifying magical mites,
Measuring muskrats minding miniature minnows
Meddlesome merrymakers, Mr. Mumbsly mentioned, miffed.
Mesmerized minions made millions, merely making mincemeat.
Mediocre maybe, magnificent Mrs. Mumps meticulously mentioned.
~ downbeat ~
cold feet
seek heat
they meet
hot seat
no treat
they tweet
these feet
mincemeat
we're beat
they bleat
complete
defeat
drumbeat
downbeat
Millions of merry mischievous mice made marmalade mincemeat for miles
Nineteen neckties snagged nimble necessary notetakers’ smiles
Outrageous ostentatious octopuses ogled ordinary octogens.
Private praying piranhas provided persnickety pieces of puns.
Querulous quails qualified quite quietly with quality quizzes.
Renegade ridiculous roosters readily rejected revealing robin's kisses.
I'm on my hog
tonight, we're gonna fly
wear a motorcycle helmet?
I'd rather die
the fuzz is chasing me
I think it's neat
They ain't gett'n me tonight
I am running from the heat
Flat out at one hundred and forty
These pigs cannot catch me
They block me in
How sneaky can they be?
Three against one
I wish I was with my boys
They'd make mincemeat of these coppers
And their flashing light toys
Oh well I'll get a nice sleep for free
in a jail house, and maybe it'll have TV
Pete or Thomas might already there be.
I will just have to wait and see
Strong opponents to beat,
A dozen of them, at the very least;
Their profiles on ‘Great Champions’ Sheet,
Each claimant to some dreary feat,
One of them, you dare not even greet,
Because he could you still make a mincemeat,
If he a chance picked and it was damned neat!
Out of your body squeeze clammy heat
And a ravaged one toss into a field of wheat.
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