Words: Use the following words in a poem. Pretzels, shout, threshold, pine, now, sulfur, ladybug, percolate, cap and lamp
Let’s give a shout out
to the one who eats hot
salty soft pretzels.
Who holds a pine scented
lamp that sputters and flares
in the darkest night.
While they watch gooey
black tar percolate from
the bowls of the earth.
A cautious ladybug creeps
across the felt cap of
of the pretzel eater.
Now is the time to swat
the nefarious ladybug
as she steels across their cap.
Smack! The ladybug is
no more as a sudden soft scent
of sulfur permeates the air.
Fluorescent lights hummed
a monotone drone,
In the background,
the resonant chimes and dings
of the cash register sing.
A lone moth fluttered
past my empty dome
Light, purposeless,
similar to myself.
Glassy eyes wandered back,
staring deep into the infinite
assembly line I could not help
but lose myself in.
Neon nectars beckoned me
like a sugary siren,
I was a drunken sailor
to their decadent call.
I lost and found myself,
aisle after aisle
Until a warmth, a glow,
near divine, graced me.
A fresh soft pretzel
beckoned me to my very soul,
Golden yeast skin
cheddar cheese veins,
The savior I needed
to feel at ease again.
Fold her like a pretzel
Girl be going mental
Nuttin in her mouth
Now I’m messing up her dental
Treat it like a rental
Park it in the temple
Riding with the homies
And we dawging in the kennel
Shawty sentimental
Body instrumental
Tryna tie me down
But I’m moving continental
Dancing like a stripper
Shake it like a teaser
Louding up the music
How I’m playing on the speaker
It’s so cold in winter
Turning on the heater
Linking up with baddies
Now she calling me a cheater
Tryna make that money
I ain’t tryna keep her
Flowing on that base
How I’m balling like I’m Jeter.
Today is Pretzel Day – hooray!
So when it’s time for snacks,
Indulge in salty twists or sticks
To help your mood relax.
Or maybe try some pretzel rods
Or ones with honey wheat
Or peanut butter stuffed inside,
A high caloric treat.
You might opt for the soft-baked type
With sprinkled salt or seeds.
A squirt of mustard on the top’s
All anybody needs.
Though chips or popcorn top my list
When salty snacks I crave,
Today, because it’s Pretzel Day,
My preferences I’ll waive.
The corner candy store displayed,
On the counter next to where you paid,
Tall pretzel rods, two cents a pop,
In a glass container with a top.
They were often added to a bill –
Toss some pretzels in, please, if you will –
Or were ordered by a kid who’d planned,
His pennies clutched in a sweaty hand.
But the best was sitting on a stool,
On a Saturday or after school,
With your mom who’d let you have a treat –
A vanilla malted, cold and sweet.
It was served within the silver cup
Which the owner’d used to mix it up
With a pretzel rod included, free;
There was no place I would rather be.
The sweet of sugar, tang of salt
Combined with the vanilla malt
Made taste buds squeal with pure delight
With each and every sip and bite.
Made with dough twisted in knots
Pretzels have always been a part
Of carnivals, shows, and fairs
You can find them anywhere
Hot and steamy they taste great
And will never go to waste
Coming in all kinds of flavors
It is so easy to savor
Each and every yummy bite
Morning, noon or even night
You can find them tasting good
Combined with all different foods
Pretzel bread is something new
Invented for me and you
For a new sensation treat
On sandwiches that we eat
Sugared, cinnamon or plain
Can drive anyone insane
Big, sticks, and even bite size
A variety to try
Glazed, buttered, or different dips
So yummy upon your lips
If you can not get them hot
There is a convenient spot
That has bags, boxes, and jars
Of this treat and it's not far
To find a snack section and see
Different brands to instantly
Take home and enjoy as you
Relax with a bowl or two
~~~Who's the Pretzel ?~~~
Off to my first yoga class I went
After much money on outfit spent.
Twisted into pretzel form.
These positions not the norm.
I was designed for straight world, not bent.
Looked around to watch rest of the class.
Only view was of my own wide ass.
All of my joints were popping
So I think I'll be stopping.
Safer to just give yoga a pass.
for Tahera Mannan's 'Yoga' contest
Your bedtime prayers
Coupled with the right Scriptures
Yield "pretiolas"
To tie the knot with...
Thick, soft "bretzels" are folded
Like arm over arm.
Hard, brown pretzel twists
Are more than little rewards-
Sweet licks, salty bites...
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