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!
If lies are told to save,
Will sin be judged at the grave?
Smile darling! The winsome homely,
You never change; your hair needs no tatting,
So in penury, your short smile you gave.
1 1/2 cup of pigfeet broth
1 cup of diced apples
1/4 cup of cooked celery
1/4 cup of candied ginger
1/4 cup of cooked red peppers
1/4 cup of cooked onion
3 tablespoons of garlic
2 tablespoons of vinager
1 teaspoon of soy sauce
2 teaspoons of honey
1 tablespoon of Cayenne
2 tablespoons cherry juice
2 tablespoons of port
1 1/2 cup of pigfeet broth
1 cup of diced apples
1/4 cup of cooked celery
1/4 cup of candied ginger
1/4 cup of cooked red peppers
1/4 cup of cooked onion
3 tablespoons of garlic
2 tablespoons of vinager
1 teaspoon of soy sauce
2 teaspoons of honey
1 tablespoon of Cayenne
2 tablespoons cherry juice
2 tablespoons of port
Sulfuric acid
Contact lenses blinded
As my eye see it's not
Pupils dilated as my spinal cord
Begins to rot
Skeletal remains where is my brains I haven't been chopped
Gordon Ramsay reminds me what's all the fussing and yelling about
Is it problematic would it be ever so this plan on it Disciplinarian
Vegetarian
and where are the way ward zombies
They want to kill and eat me this is the apocalypse
Where's my face and who stole my lips
Nevermore ravished
I can no longer kiss
Cannibal common human toast remains
zombies eating every part of me even my brains
This is the death
My last breath
The Horror Story
It's so boring
And gory I travail
I relish
I am just
Decayed flesh
Served on top-of a hay stack
Where is the ketchup in the mustard
Shed no grief for me
They dun are my feet
Make it so squiggly Wiggly screaming" where's the beef"
4/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
``````````````````````` Dark Roast
Drip drip in my cup
hot and bitter is the goal
seeking perfection
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Horrible Hattie had seen her own ghost
While chomping away at Porky Pig's Roast --
She turned wan and pale
Downed a mug of ale --
Her translucence scared Petunia the most
Hattie staggered to her feet, looked around
The room was whirling, at times upside down --
As she started to speak
Her teeth rattled, 'Eek 'Eek' --
Porky's wife shrieked and ran straight out of town
Note: Petunia Pig is Porky's wife. lol.
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