Pepper Poems

Salt and Pepper

Grace

Not defined 

Immediately obvious..

But seemingly veiled

By salt and pepper...

risque salt and pepper shakers

My salt and pepper shakers were risqué
Shaking their booties night and day
I told my husband to put them away
It was his mother who thought they were gay

I brought my boss home for dinner last Tuesday
Those nasty shakers were dirty dancing away
I said to my husband please take them to Kay
That is his mother, who thought

Dr Pepper, my love

I want Dr. Pepper
a bottle won’t do
not a sprite or mountain dew
just Dr. Pepper my love
Dr. Pepper simply comes above
whatever shall I do
without my Dr. Pepper
the most beautiful of all drinks
not having Dr. Pepper stinks
my love for it will not pass
those other drinks can kiss my ass
only the dr of pepper will stay true to

Black Pepper

the silent doctor
ancient earliest known spice
so carminative 
should be used little little
good for skin and more uses

GREEN PEPPER

Green pepper wanted
To start out on his on
He knew what he wanted
The minute he left home
For green pepper it didn’t
Work out as plan
He was only
Trying to be a man
And ended up with
His head in the sand

Pepper the Perfectly Pompous Poodle

Pepper the pink and red poodle with her nose in the air
Walked down the runway without a concern or care
She knew the peons were watching her swag
But barely gave them even the hint of a wag

These dogs are beneath me, I am the great one, she thought
Pepper the Perfect did what she needed, did what

Red Hot Chili Pepper Poker Face

Red hot chili pepper poker face...

Born that way angry antithetical 
mailer daemon when...
all of Christendom bows their collective 
talking heads in supplication,
a temporary truce and reprieve 
against bigotry, deviltry, idolatry (nah),  
et cetera across the nation.

Yuletide pageant merry doth go round
where credo, ethos, and 
faith no more jinxes webbed, wide world, 
nevertheless soul asylum

Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: Peter Piper's Peculiar Pepper Patch

"Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…"

Every time I hear a kid recite this twisted rhyme,
I'm 'minded how 'gainst Mother Nature it's a crime.
What that peck of peppers was no one can tell,
Perhaps banana, jalapeño, cherry, bell.
But whate'er they were, it's plain, at least to me,
That such a peck as that came off no

Red Hot Cayene Pepper

red hot cayene pepper
bit my tongue ~ mouth like a snake
I need an ice cube

Salt and Pepper Get Together

Salt

Cellar by cellar on the cupboard shelf
I fell for you and crave you for myself
You look handsome in your sparkling glass pot
I imagine you'd be tasty and hot.

It'd be lovely to sprinkle together,
There for each other through stormy weather
I'm extremely salty, guess you'd agree
That if we marry, companions we'd be.

Pepper

You're a fine looking lass, I

Dr Pepper

If you pop off like so Duh you’ll get carbonated by the greater leader/
Who’s lewd and balks will infuse and let loose the Dr. pepper/
True shrewd walks through new hues shake up and fizz out/
Who knew soft drink talks brewed late would diffuse and flatten down/
A few could have caught a case while flapping around/
There’s

Pepper Perfectly Pompous Poodle

Pepper the pink and red poodle with her nose in the air
Walked down the runway without a concern or care
She knew the peons were watching her swag
But barely gave them even the hint of a wag

These dogs are beneath me, I am the great one, she thought
Pepper the Perfect did what she needed, did what

Experience

He had heard of searing pain
That could drive someone insane,
Witnessed real determined rains
That wasted farmers' seen grains;
Riskliy used a needle;
Swore to not with things fiddle;
In his eyes excused pepper;
On this can write full paper;
Fought in many ugly wars
And saw that they are death jaws;
Now knows hunger keeps itching,
As one nears a good kitchen...

Sure-to-strike-us experience
Makes nothing

Mr Pepper Pot

Now I’m Yorkshire peasant stock
I sup ale instead of drinking wine
And I tend to nosh my scranny
Not sit down proper and dine

There’s a restaurant down our street
Not really for the likes of me
Attendants to park all cars
And it’s a la carte you see;
But some times we eat there,
For the odd special deals
Like two for one

Mulatto the Alligator

I've heard him sing: The Mulatto:
By fat hotter than Roberto
Like Pepper is to Pimento;
Lost to him, too, one Alberto:
The boy friend of Fine Talatu...

Alto in all shows he goes to,
Even when beats are Staccato
Or long remains The Legato...

Yes, A very Good Contralto, 
Overly fond if Sweet Potato
He would eat with Mashed Tomato...

Harsh words for Irish

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