Roast Poems - Poems about Roast

Roast beef with all the trimmings Roasted potatoes Carrots, broccoli and peas Lashings of gravy Cauliflower cheese Glass of wine. Bliss!...

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The rain, feeling quite proud of its pour, Said, "I'm best at a tropical tour!" But the sun, with a grin, Said, "When I break on in, Your puddles are gone, evermore!" ©bfa032225 ...

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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. ...

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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,...

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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...

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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)...

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There was Turkey and sausage meat, gammon ham too, Four pigs in blankets for me, you and you I did Yorkshire puddings and parsnips well glazed Sprouts, roast potatoes: I’m thus far unfazed… But then there was broccoli, cauli and peas I said to the carrots, “There’s no room for these.” I plonked them on top… with no room for finesse...

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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?...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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``````````````````````` Dark Roast Drip drip in my cup hot and bitter is the goal seeking perfection GINSU-KNIFE ...

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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 ...

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