Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum~
Paul the squirrel beat his acorn drum.
He swung through the pines with a raucous cheer,
rum sloshing wild as he commandeered the pier~
the boldest little buccaneer ever to come.
Another huge turkey was caught
The big pheasant was housed in the vault
For consumption
Not for admiration
I'm neither talking about the wild turkey
Who’s running for President
Nor the one which is a country
Now embroiled
And roiled in turmoil
I am talking about the noisy pheasant
That we all like to fest on the last Thursday
Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day.
I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings
I can’t wait afterwards to make the swings
Squeak and cry, because we all weigh more
Than before: the skinny, the rich and the poor.
Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody
The President already pardoned a gorgeous turkey.
Hebert Logerie Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Rum do,
Drunk crew.
9 / 30 / 2025.
rum-tum-tum like a drum
full of emptiness; anticipatory
what shall I eat - food or zest?
I wait for the clang
rum-tum-tum like a drum
with brand new tires. tirelessly
I can wait for fresh and vinyl
for a good long song, like
rum-tum-tum like a drum
yet while I wait, I’ll eat
lettuce? avocados? or score
coffee cake to go with a lake
of caffeine intake. full of
rum-tum-tum like a drum
anticipatory hum of new wheels
21/2cups of flour( self rising)
2 tablespoons of cornstarch
2 whole eggs+ 1 yolk
2 Tablespoons of lemon juice
1 Tablespoon of Gin
1/2 Teaspoon of lemon zest
1 cup of bread crumbs
1 &1/2 cup of buttermilk
1 Tablespoon of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoon of dried chives
1 Teaspoon of salt
1 Table spoon of dehydrated onion
1 Tablespoon of garlic powder
1 Tablespoon of Paresean Cheese
3 cups of shucked Manoes
6 cups of oil for deep frying
mix all ingredeints
minus the clams
create a batter
add more or less to
create a sticky consistant batter
smooth
dip Manoes in the batte
and deep fry until golden brown
serve from a bed of watercrest
small cunks of deseed watermelon
crumbled feta
and fried onions with crumbled bacon
lettuce, fried green tomatos
and a vinagerette
serve with tartar sauce
Enjoy!
Whiskey and Rum
after the nursery rhyme Coffee and Tea
My twin sister and I were drunk,
All our money on booze was sunk.
She loved whiskey and I loved rum,
We robbed the store and had more fun!
The Cuba Libre, also called rum and coke
is favored by many kinds of folk.
To its pleasures I succumb
and ne’er refrain from!
Sip, savor
rum.
What flavor!
I sing and I hum!
The taste is just so awesome!
I really love this drink, it’s no joke.
Its praises I sing to all you gentlefolk!
I developed into an old monk by drinking an ounce of old monk rum daily
Colourful flags of the Caribbean
Flood London’s streets,
Vibrations from the sound systems
Pounding heavy reggae beats.
Smells of curry goat
And jerk chicken in the air,
Smoke rising from the barbecues,
Feathers tangled in dancers’ hair.
Men and women whining,
Drums echo through the crowd,
The city shakes with unity —
Culture roaring loud.
Everyone’s united,
Dancing, chanting proud,
Sipping cups of homemade sorrel,
Ancestral voices shouting loud.
And in the bass, in the blaze, in the laughter and cheer,
Echoes of struggle that carried them here —
Chains turned to rhythms, pain turned to song,
A people still marching, still dancing, still strong.
Here's the haughty elephant,
Won't eat food that's wrapped in cellophant.*
A catered meal is okay,
Like alfalfa or hay,
But most everything else is irrelevant.
The best of them try to abstain
From spirits like rum or champagne,
Which won't give them rabies,
But might lead to babies
Or ailments like gout and colitis.
Or, with this admonition,
A rare skin condition,
Some vets have called pachydermatitis.
*Thank you, Cowardly Lion, from "The Wizard of Oz"
A Poet can get very Glum
And she starts to think it's rather Rum
When she would like to write
A poem that would delight
Everyone.
Her brain, if it's still there,
Has gone on strike
Or don't care
About the Poet, who holds the pen
Who feels she'll never write again
Beware,
Of brain that has had enough
Of the challenge of this rhyming stuff
Moon in June and Morn and Dawn
Fills some accomplished poet's brains with scorn
Yawn.
My brain is going senile,
My pen does not know what to do, meanwhile
Maybe if I had a new pen
My brain would start to tick again
Fragile
Fragile and needs a rest
The brain is too tired to give its best
I may take a sip of Nelson's blood
Which will I hope cause a flood
Of Poems so exquisite
My brain will revisit
And meet the test.
Am i speaking with a girl coy
And not sensible Billy Roy
Just cramming much sugar in soy?
Up appetite sucrose could cloy,
Sweetened meals hearts hardly buoy,
Much sugar and less joy,
Yes, time bomb treating as toy;
Not better than Rum for Ahoy!
I could swear a food demon's ploy
To their finishing hands employ
"Now Diabetes here we come:
Billy Roy and I show the sum"
I latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories."
It's called "the rum." It's about growing up (I suppose).
I could shorten it - but why? *shrug*
Here's the link:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/the_rum_10670
I hope you like it!
Ssip your
Shine
If you wanna
Don't let it
Be ah dirtyglass
Make you
Do things you
Don't wanna
Gulping cold ones
Down to fast
Sip the shine if
You wanna
Drink it
From a fluted glass
There is a thyme for
Everything
Opps for everyone
Don't act seasoned
When your weak as
Water
F*cling up
Acting dumb
When she's wild
And wants attention
Changing lyrics to
Your songs
Your feebled minded
Bickering
Will have everything
You do as wrong
Put the broom
Back in the corner
Shower and make the
Bed
She be out there fixing
Breakfast
Not listen to ah word
You said
Sip your whiskey with
Your coffee
Don't take that boot
Off the fence
Remember it ain't so
Complicated
Just remember who
Your with
Rum and twenty dollar bills,
three parts giddy a quarter numb;
Innate desire each one fulfills;
Dazed rabbit diving down molehills
not at all curious about the outcome,
rum and twenty dollar bills;
Relishing everything the taste instills
keyed up and devouring every crumb,
innate desire each one fulfills;
In a flash sensibility sours and spills,
licking the rim erasing humdrum;
Rum and twenty dollar bills;
Spiced butter and enchanted thrills
with each drop madness can hum;
Innate desire each one fulfills;
The sunrise sobers and chills,
moonlight fades throwing a tantrum;
Rum and twenty dollar bills,
innate desire each one fulfills.
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