Why does your barbeque sauce cost twice what others cost?
Because ours turns blue when it hits hot fries said Mr. Rost.
The grocer took a risk and bought one batch, to be nice.
People protested the cost, which they yelled was over twice.
But this red sauce turns blue when it hits your hot food he said.
One mother bought a bottle to show off to her husband Mister Ed.
You thought blue sauce is a good thing? Hubby asked with surprise.
Ended up being a bad thing because no one likes blue sauce on their fries.
Categories:
rost, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Healing fast and getting rust
Quickly living & turning to dust
Nothing compares to you just
believe me your truth is a must
Creeping plants know it's cost
How then here are you lost
Nothing compare to mere rost(Ocean Tides)
believe me your pain is your host
Simple your life why you complicate
Dumping everywhere why you suffocate
Nothing compare to your lost fate
believe me your strength will fabricate
Holding on sometimes' hard
Once just "Release those Oceans"
Categories:
rost, adventure, angel, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
Blithesome autumn comes on cue
Each year to chase the heat away.
As summer starts to fade from view,
Unique fall will seize the day.
Turning leaves to brown and gold
Is one of autumn’s specialties.
Feel the air grow crisp and bold!
Utmost seasonal traits please
Lovers of how flannel feels,
Frost that glistens, “Trick or Treat!”
And families’ Thanksgiving meals.
Late autumn brings December’s beat.
Listen! It’s carols. Fall is complete!
September 8, 2018, entered in John Hamilton's Beautiful Fall Contest
September 10, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Premiere contest
September 23, 2021
entered in Caren Krutsinger's Autumn Acrostic Poetry Contest
Categories:
rost, appreciation, autumn, beauty,
Form: Acrostic
Orchard Fantasy
Of the naked earth and sky,
Ripened nature's in our eyes.
Grown are we in pure bred soil,
Adding fertilizer and more toil.
Naturally you see we're free.
In us there are no chemicals,
Clinging to life’s miracle.
Frost and flood may be our fear,
Rain from acid atmosphere.
Underneath the ground we're roots.
In due time we show our shoots.
Tree lined rows in paths we run,
Silly fruits, just having fun.
8/15/16
ORCHARD FANTASY - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
rost, earth, fantasy, fruit,
Form: Acrostic
W inter's almost here now the apples are falling down
I n homage have the Winesap's dropped to hoary ground.
N ature nurtures honeybees with each fallen peach.
D eacons rise up home bound spirits with each sermons preached.
F rost has come and nipped the nose, given a rosy cheek
a mong the children in the rye fields, playing hide and seek.
L aughter often lingers with the pumpkins in the fields
L overs toss in high hay mounds, with thoughts of springtime yields.
Date 9/5/12
Categories:
rost, food, nature,
Form: Acrostic
BEOWOLF OR BOEWELF
Tho werld weould romain tho samo
Mon weuld levo wemon - a damo !
Tolophenos weould bo noodod
Swoot werds weuld bo hoodod
Meroevor levo ceuld ond up as moro
Ometienal mossagos botwoon boings.
Semotimos wo might smeko wood
If wo folt tho roal nood
Peots weuld continuo te writo se :
“Wheso weeds thoso aro I think I knew”
If yeu livod in Ourepo or Now Yerk
Maybo yeu weuldn’t havo to werk
All wook for a rost at tho wookond
And a boor with cleso frionds.
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NOTE
I replaced each o with e , and each e with o .
The result is reminiscent of early English
Categories:
rost, funny
Form: Epic
Eater is a time of remembering
The day Jesus rose again
First he was hung on the cross
With nails pierced through his skin
Then wrapped in cloth he was put in the tomb
After he rost again
"Rejoice!" we shouted, "Rejoice!"
For a new life has begun to begin
Categories:
rost, faith
Form: I do not know?