Pudding Poems - Poems about Pudding

It’s Christmas day Hip hip hooray With festive cheer And our family here The feast begins Amidst all our grins Crackers pulled, mottos read Fancy hats upon each head With turkey eaten We’ll not be beaten Enter the flaming pud Which looks so good But whence it came? This pudding of fame ‘Twas a Roman cook Where first we look Making pottage of meat and veg Placing in readiness on a window...

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Pile fallen coconuts Pierce shelled core of its meat Pluck taro roots and boil Pound roots with honeycomb Pour in tin cans with lids Place in a ground oven Poi Kulolo dessert ...

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Plump with plums, rich and round, Plum pudding is a delightful dessert. Pleiades-like it's a constellation. Perfectly poised fruit, nuts and spices. Positioned within a rich, dark and moist cake, Plunged in portly brandy butter sauce, Proudly, it's a panorama of bliss, starburst....

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I once made an upside down pudding But it slipped out whilst it was cooking It covered the oven base Was an absolute disgrace Yet the taste was second to nothing....

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chocolate pudding for supper? Sure why not? Shhh.....Differing opinions are not sought I like my sweet foods, and milk products too Keep your ideas to yourself, nephew naysayer Stew I was just going to ask if there was enough pudding for me. Well that is different, yes, I will share, said my Uncle Lee....

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Right now A sign out of slight When I get to it There will be no surprise A memory of gods behaving badly Cut it out The bother and the brother When do you know When your not in favor I can try and focus So many hit and then misses Times have changed At what point do I start screaming Lasting forever With good times Free on...

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pudding lemon meringue flavor-able, moist and sweet mom put whipped cream on her pudding butterscotch used to be my favorite coconut cream or chocolate marvelous terrific pistachio pudding...

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Soft and sweet tapioca pudding With bubbling, steamy milk Sprinkled with sugar, nuts and raisins Flavored with nutmeg spice Creamy, toasty mixture Cozy treat Smash! ...

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I can live twice, oh what a delight, In the day, I'm a bat, taking flight, With cheese for my wings, I soar so high, To the moon and back, where cows graze the sky. In the night, I'm a pineapple, sweet and round, Rolling down hills, making a giggly sound, I dance with donuts and sing with a pie, In this...

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nobody sees you the way I do in your wheelchair with your unopenable arms where everything crashes to a gray twisted landscape my brother alpha male of demon strut clashes in our shared childhood once you flipped your hockey stick between my thin legs to see how many stairs I'd tumble down your yells...

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What do I reach for first? the rule of my land…. Pudding, and I quite honestly do not care what brand. I love chocolate, caramel, and butterscotch too. Adding whipped cream. M and M’s? Maybe a few. I warm the pudding up in the microwave of course. Remembering Mom’s pudding, it was such a sweet source. If there is left over...

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The Chocolate Baker is a lady of stature so grand, She bakes the best cookies and cakes over the lands. Other bakers dishes are tasteless and utterly bland, Sensationally goodness are the works from her hands. Miraculous wonders from her oven every day appear, Close to my palate her talents have become very dear. Cakes, brownies, fudge, puddings and chocolate pies, Scrumptious...

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It’s Christmas day Hip hip hooray With festive cheer And our family here The feast begins Amidst all our grins Crackers pulled, mottos read Fancy hats upon each head With turkey eaten We’ll not be beaten Enter the flaming pud Which looks so good But whence it came? This pudding of fame ‘Twas a Roman cook Where first we look Making pottage of meat and veg Placing in readiness on a window...

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Trump's another Hitler Mike Pence, a racist America's a slave plantation Accusations, the basest Shootings...

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three thirty, exact the bell jangled gathered my coat foregoing the afterschool match tuesday my weekly treat awaited on gran's baking tray I opened the back door a spicy aroma fiiled the air there it was freshly baked my weekly share pipng hot ...

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