Pepper Poems - Poems about Pepper

Grace Not defined Immediately obvious.. But seemingly veiled By salt and pepper......

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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...

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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...

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

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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