Piping Hot Poems - Poems about Piping Hot

...I sat on the floor of the pavement, Sun shining on my face. It had been ages since I saw the sun. It always evoked a feeling of pure pleasure, Though the one I always remember It was the rising ......

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...I REMEMBER (1) Candles & nightlights    flickering bright blackout curtains     shutting out light Dripping setting    from Sunday's roast spread  thick on Monday's toast Paper chains ......

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...The soup boils and spits out at me Reminding me of the past. Steam builds as it circulates around the fans Lurching forward, with a spoon, I taste a small droplet of the sizzling delight Only to......

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...Upon opening the fridge this morning I found, to my great displeasure, that there was nary an egg to be found. Posthaste I marched down to the corner market, grabbed a carton of fresh, free range eg......

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...Oh pizza, oh pizza You are so piping hot, That I would gobble you up right on the spot. Oh pizza, oh pizza You're so sticky and gooey, And so scrumptiously chewy. Oh pizza, oh pizza You ar......

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...I this morning in glory be! Please don't think this simplicity; For my darling wife made for me, A piping hot cup of tea.......

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...It’s always tea time in the little Gypsy tea room down the road. The sign outside says "Come and have a cup of tea or two and rest your load" It’s a sweet little tearoom, sun streaming through the ......

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...There’s fish and chips on the table It’s lovely and all piping hot Sauce and vinegar was in bottles Salt and pepper each in its pot. Now it’s laid out on the table Driving me more and more to ......

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... Steaming, a cup in hand Piping hot liquid, deliciousness Found on the heavy blend, Sunlight reflections on the glass, Window pane glistening, With its gentle brilliance. Steam......

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...I have an in-born low immunity against cold, so, when my nose ran lose and mucus rolled, my mother used to make for me everyday lemon coriander soup I liked, I would say. Using mother’s......

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...I'll take you on a floatplane ride I know some quiet lakes We'll land and in the marshes hide Drift where the current takes We'll moor along the shoreline I'll provide the gear We'll set up ......

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...Every morning it’s my habit not so new of drinking from a brimful cup, the piping hot reviving brew, as from bed I listlessly get up. I try various types of tea and their progeny, herbal, gree......

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...A mug of steaming tea Piping hot, so warm The perfect remedy For a winter storm Or a cold and rainy day Like it is today A cup of brew And thoughts of you Take all the chill away......

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...I tied ole paint at the old cowboy’s shack. He’d been in the crib mucking stalls, haying a little and shucking corn. I observed him at his chores from the porch as the day kept limping on ......

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