Initials hung on Taylor's neck, her own, TAS sectorially vented Harvard's gates, they have come to say and so today the impinged parlay, dark roast is now a zepher stone so subtle laughter that gathers like small children for backyard games, that, I can't have more, coffee for sure another time, but time's aplenty who's that, I'm proud to say the zepher stone is here to stay.
Morning delicious are your fruits
Ripeness and sweetness
Delicious are your fruits
Noon, the lunches of noon
Savory sandwiches, savory
condiments to.
Dinner might you find us
at a well dressed table
extravaganza of evening
One might favor
Dessert, my what wonders
do you bring, a sip of coffee
a compliment to everything.
Your slippers and paper honey!
Let’s have a wienerwurst roast said the guy in the red tee.
I thought it was a smart idea; franks always taste good to me.
those franks were delicious roasted over a fire with charcoal.
My bun was laced with pickle relish I ate it almost whole.
tasty roast beef cooked in crockpot for six hours
beside carrots and potatoes with vegetable powers
slathered with Heinz 57, the aroma is pure heaven
I devour many potatoes, at least six or seven
Full as a mosquito, I must have a long nap
This meal is so grand, it deserves a place on a map.
at four a.m. I was awake today
I made a pot roast right away
put in potatoes and carrots too
by eight a.m. it was a lovely stew
I ate it early and it was heaven
Husband says he wants to eat at eleven
by then there might not be any left
Hope he is not left starving and bereft
My favourite is lamb roast
Seasoned with garlic
Surrounded by roast veggies
Crisp spuds are a must
Served with mint sauce- and
Brown gravy
Yum!
ROAST TO THE TOASTER
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toaster, warmth you bring,
golden crusts greet morning light,
sunrise in my hand.
slots are welcoming
embrace bread with gentleness,
toasting it with ease.
each slice meets your heat,
a transformation occurs,
soft to crisp delight..
you're more than a tool,
symbol of comfort, routine,
part of daily life.
here's to you, toaster.
may your coils always glow bright,
filled with a slice white.
The best thing about waking up
is not the coffee in our cup
warming the cockles
I'd impart
from the bottom of our heart
it's knowing we survived
to see another day arrived
no matter what may come our way
as being late
when we're done and gone
is far too harsh to contemplate
so smell the flavour
savour the roast
and of our time here on earth
before we're toast
let's not forget to make the most
Roast beef with all the trimmings
Roasted potatoes
Carrots, broccoli and peas
Lashings of gravy
Cauliflower cheese
Glass of wine.
Bliss!
The art of preparing a roast
Is different from that of a toast.
Don’t cook it too dry,
Nor crusty like pie,
More moist will most boast of the host.
Sunday's not Sunday unless there's a roast.
It's the day of the week that I cherish the most.
With the veg on the hob and meat in the oven.
The aroma that wafts is a gift sent from heaven.
It's a time for the family to gather round the table.
Which keeps families together and families stable.
Gathered with the family, we laugh and we cheer.
It's the warmth of this day that I hold so dear.
With the carrots and the roasties lined up on the plate.
It's a smell just to savour and i just cannot wait!
So bring on that gravy and serve up that meat.
As this is the time to make Sunday complete.
Whilst we sit at the table, tuck into this feast.
My plate overflowing. This dinner is a beast!
With a belly so full, a home filled with aroma.
One eye on the sofa, for the incoming food coma!
Surrounded by loved ones, we share in the cheer.
It's the day of the week that feels so sincere.
It's a feast for the soul, now time for a toast.
That Sunday's not Sunday unless there's a roast.
Many shades of blue mingle with grey hue,
Orange red sun rays tingle the eye gaze,
How the Maker drew this scenic eve view!
Cream clouds gather fast and in haste race past,
The wind slowly sways the trees' waist in ways
that show great contrast to the smooth sky vast!
Sunset's here, a toast to God's golden roast!
Pale pink is the daze, this evening clear stays,
The sky's playing host, enjoy it the most!
When you adopt that title
you can boast, drink a toast, enjoy a roast.
When you lose that title
and face the coast,
you may feel the most
sadness.
You see the sea -
a sight that is the most -
and may have lost your title
but feel a luxurious roast
in your belly; that luxury is not
sadness.
(15 Jan 2024)
What is your favourite smell?
There's the smell of the sea,
The freshly mown lea.
The smell of fresh bread,
And a new laundered bed.
Summer rain is really good,
And the smell in a wood.
A cooking Sunday roast,
And thickly buttered toast.
Which is the smell that you like the most?
loves interlude
The story of love
it's why I ask myself
we are best together
seems i don't want no one else
people see things differently
it's different in every eye
we say hello just to say
goodbye
why oh why
tell me why oh why
must my heart be broken all the time!.....
Those where the days
those good ole days
when women loved
there men
with honor and respect
those were the good
ole days
Those were the days
those good ole days
men adored
and they chored
all to help the lady
those were the
good ole days
say it aint so
say it aint true
no collaboration
between me and
you
can we go back
start over again
maybe this time
we will end up
as friends
i like it when
we were together
talk over anything
through
any kinda weather
holding hands
from dawn til dust
spend a little
begg a little
but in god we'd trust
take credit for marring
the two of us
those were the good ole days!
Influences of love; getting back into romance is harder to do!
trumpets, french horns bassey guiars. violens chelloes flutes and woodwinds. sythesizers and right singers creating the right sounds!
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