Flippin patties, fresh and hot,
SpongeBob’s grill is the best spot.
The secret formula, a secret so tight,
Makes the Krabby Patty just right!
Flippin’ fast with perfect skill,
Each patty cooked with extra thrill.
He loves his job, he’s full of cheer,
But he’s messy, and sometimes weird.
With cheese and buns, he’s set to go,
Serving up patties with a big hello!
Bikini Bottom knows his name,
SpongeBob’s patties bring him fame!
With every flip and every bite,
They bring us joy from day to night!
bison-decisive way
to kill
mosquitoes
§
fire up
those patties
§
not
before eating
the reborn
fish feast
of
Yellowstones’s Spring
§
believing
naturally that
bison’s
dung-scent
discourages
the buzz
§
curbs
madness of
interloper’s
adventuring
§
withstanding
the stench
not
wasted
Under the sea with colorful coral all over
Bright colors all over the sea
Sand that engulfs the whole ocean
The smell of Krabby Patties within the sea
A yellow sponge coming out of a pineapple dancing work
A blue squid frowning down below
A pink star under a rock
A red crab talking about money and
Several sea creatures crowding inside a barrel with
The smell of food emanating from it
memories like a flower fleet with the petals
core with a honeymoon bee of wood on metal,
chroma flower bent quicksilver, reflecting light,
prism in the echo blur silence.
but does the black matter follow its spin?
does the adoration exit?
or may it last a millennium?
questions of deities fill a mind with porridge.
grotesque candle burning at a lean,
like meat on a grinder for patties,
burgers of humanity with teeth jagged,
this husky maiden built on a frame similar to an hourglass.
sands of time are waiting on a bird skull to drop,
snuffing the flow towards the vacuum of space.
Bleak winter Melbourne morning,
a cold wind coming in
from across the Bay
and blowing down the street,
past the Esplanade Cafe
with the smell of coffee
and warm air spilling out
from an open door.
I stop, look at the cake
and pastry display through
the window, the basket
of freshly baked croissants,
Danish pastries topped with
strawberries and apricots
and glazed with syrup.
A cloud of steam
from the espresso machine
adds a touch of the surreal.
Anticipation moistens my mouth
on the sight of French vanilla
slices plump with custard
and cream, muffins erupting
from their papery patties,
Portuguese tarts, thick slices
of carrot cake topped
with icing. I savor each
with an imaginative bite
and decide my treat…
then groan. I've left my wallet
at home.
( for Deb M )
My day began with mommy
making beef patties all morning
I helped cutting the veggies for
the curry soup while sipping ginger
beer I remembered the curry for her
special curry goat we were preparing
for her sisters to visit from Trench town
my head spending day dreaming about it
anything other than our family tradition
the Caribbean bakery we were the
descendant no if ands or buts about
granddad made home made gingerbread
cookies while uncles peeled sugarcane
the elders brought raw cocoa from the
Mahogany trees coconut husks hung
sparingly as we drank coconut milk
while the storms brewed over the
shanty town of Kingston the cock
crowed throughout trench town as my
cousins played keyboards and guitars in the
street to the the sweetest sultutry sound of
St Elizabeth infamous Caribbean beat
In loving memory of Dad
Caribbean Bakery 1539 Howard street
Chicago Illinois..
Where are the dreams, the hopes, the ideals this country was founded on,
Where are the words that in our darkest hour gave us the hope
And strength to carry on.
We the people does not stand for a select few,
It is a promise and goal for all
A chance where our dreams come true
From the snow covered fields at Valley Forge to the rice patties in Viet Nam
The spirit of those men who came before us
Lead us to bravely carry on
We watched in sadness as we say our final goodbyes
Thinking in our minds and hearts how did this happen and WHY
It’s not too late we can make it change
We the people can bring those ideals and hopes back again
To start with a single hope that becomes a reality
And we the people will no longer be just words
They will be again our country
Your will is what will now, let me be free ...
'Tis be darker times than before, more childless,
This is crazy! Topsy turvey they'd be,
matters of convenience act the mindless,
It is the right of every woman, or,
Is it the right of every woman, so,
Some folks fighting for life inside the core,
others say the fight is more blow-by-blow.
The written trek crossed Egypt and the world,
Rome, Greece, Mesopotamia, and more,
rice patties and bamboo trails that were pearled,
procedures taught too numerous the score.
Be crib death, world plagues, poor, starving, and this,
quest be, will we exist ... 'Tis hit or miss.
~~ Bestill ... lil' maybe!
where's the beef?
Wendy's most famous advertisement that went viral
this ad disrespectfully put down other chain's hamburgers
Indicating their meat patties were small
soon a catch phrase for the 1984 Presidential election
makig fun of Gary Hart and Walter Mondale
Nashville songwriter DJ Coyote McCloud made it into a song
this catch phrase was "on fire" in the US for a long time
my children used it to poke fun of everything unlikeable to them.
this commercial was hilarious featuring an older lady Clara Peller
she had the perfect face and expression to pull it off
The cheesecake in the bakery I want to devour,
dag-gone my crumbling willpower!
It's cherry topping so high,
makes me want to cry.
I walk on past the candy aisle,
and gaze at the cereal shelves awhile.
Euell Gibbon's "sticks and pebbles"
Grape Nuts brand-
that kind of breakfast I cannot stand.
Give me a cupcake piled with frosting,
never mind, the "guilt calisthenics"
afterwards would be exhausting!
Stepping on the scale I hate,
I'd much prefer Kit Harington was my date,
yes, that's quite a fantasy,
so bugger off- I'm in my sixties!
My slim grandchildren eat like lumberjacks,
I gain easily, my metabolism is wack,
their ice cream consumption is legendary,
as I scowl eating yogurt and boysenberries.
If there is a monument somewhere for us
who try to lose weight,
before they engrave my name on, do hesitate,
as I'm hiding in my room and munching
in the dark,
peanut butter patties Girl Scout cookies-
but don't give me any snark!
Employing the Wind
The red-tailed hawk sails across
the backdrop of the April blue sky
Employing the wind as he defies gravity
with the gesture of his tail and ease of his conscience
His great wings reaching out for abundance
as he scans the ocean of green grass below
with its occasional island of trees
herded together many seasons ago
from the might of the farmer’s plow
The field mouse scurries across the pasture
circumventing the patchwork of cow patties.
Employing the wind as he gages his path
with the twitch of his nose and the whip of his tail
His tiny soundless feet carrying him into the abyss
With nothing to assure him but his own intentions.
No matter what, no other elephant will do
This was relayed to me by my friend Cute Sue
She was dancing ahead of a flock of them too
They were not dainty, and they left patties in a slew
We call them elephant pies, she said, do you?
Not from Kenya,I had no prior knowledge of elephant pooh.
I guess I will now, I said to my new friend Sue.
She said, do not step on one no matter what you do.
The elephant rolled his eyes and winked; his eyes were blue.
I am the leader of this pack, he said. You can call me tutu.
I was excited to meet him, and said “how do you do?”
By then he was gone, bathing in a river with his crew.
When you're a Hungry man
Then you can do it.
It's simply cellophane.
Nothing much to it.
Heat in the microwave.
Two patties, gravy pool.
When you're a Hungry man.
Then You can do it.
*Image of The Politics of Abortion by NYT.
AUDIO: from the film O Brother, Where Art Thou? "Go To Sleep Little Baby"
Soma Sonnet: Abortion Trilogy
It is the right of every woman, or,
Is it the right of every woman, so,
Some folks fighting for life inside the core,
Others say the fight is more blow by blow.
~~go to sleep little maybe
The written trek crossed Egypt and the world,
Rome, Greece, Mesopotamia, and more,
Rice patties and bamboo trails that were pearled,
Procedures taught, too numerous the score.
~~go to sleep little maybe
Twas dark times, inbreeding made more childless,
crib death, world plagues, poverty, starved, and this,
matters of convenience act the mindless,
three tales, will we exist, it's hit or miss,
~~go to sleep little maybe
sad, mad, tis all topsy turvey they'd be,
Mom gots' to go, to sleep little maybe
2022 August 17
The Girl Scout candy order came in unexpectedly
The second the head elf sat down to lemon tea
Six million boxes of peanut butter patties!
Let’s get them done and delivered to these fatties!
Why are we making fun of our customers, Lou?
I am overweight, and some years so are you.
I apologize, Lou said, but I love talking in rhymes.
As you do also, Cinnamon. Is this one of those times?
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