Short Anchovies Poems
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A Foodie Pleiades Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
Parades of dough shapes pie
Pepperoni walks in
Pasta sauce rallies taste
Pockets of crust tips edge
Proud dills and hams in step
Perhaps anchovies, too
Procession of cheese crowns
Of being prejudiced Clyde was accused,
Leaving his reputation a tad bruised.
"If I'm hateful, so be it,
But I hasten to admit,
I hate pizza with anchovies", he mused!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
yessir ...us ole guys sure,
do love anchovies on our pizza....
right back to 74 when as a bouncer on the door,
at 3am id get me some ,
from luckys Pizza some,
In the valley, bloody yum...
and the crowd would yell for more...
re: Robert Pettit " Anchovies On My Pizza"
yum
Don
I forgot to add tomatoes to
the beef.
And I was told to put a 1/2
Of white grape juice in the
Broth with an additional
3 T of crown royal
and to omit the horseradish.
We added one teaspoon of
Anchovies oil to the mayo
and crumbled in some sun
dried tomatoes.
That should be the show!
Sweet banana peppers to
do the thang!
I forgot to add tomatoes to
the beef.
And I was told to put a 1/2
Of white grape juice in the
Broth with an additional
3 T of crown royal
and to omit the horseradish.
We added one teaspoon of
Anchovies oil to the mayo
and crumbled in some sun
dried tomatoes.
That should be the show!
Sweet banana peppers to
do the thang!
I forgot to add tomatoes to
the beef.
And I was told to put a 1/2
Of white grape juice in the
Broth with an additional
3 T of crown royal
and to omit the horseradish.
We added one teaspoon of
Anchovies oil to the mayo
and crumbled in some sun
dried tomatoes.
That should be the show!
Sweet banana peppers to
do the thang!
Wrong Guy, Guy
A pistol pressed against his skull
The policeman put him on his knees
"What's in the suitcase?" The policeman asked
Referring to the suitcase full of anchovies
nothing but samples for a trade show
Sam Adams lied.
the police opened it up and found ten kilos of hidden cocaine
the policeman took it as illegal evidence and let Sam Go.
She tucks long hair behind her ears,
lifts him over dark breakwaters,
their eyes closed, she funnels him
into her purse seine.
Fingers fit watery gloves,
olive oil and rose water,
flavors spill over
Catalan rain clouds,
a musky tarragon,
a salty lamina
folded through
anemone fingers.
Later they watch a topaz sun
ride over waves
as it dips for darting anchovies.
Anchovy that stinky small fish
Don't place it on my salad plate
Don't serve it on my pizza dish
As appetizers it won't sate
The odor clings to the lettuce leaves
It ruins each pizza slice touched
Don't serve me anchovies, it grieves
all my senses when they are smutched
Smutched means when something is smudged..
Rispetto is form but it is a rhyming form.
Cats in costume on an October Halloween
Dressed as robots, dogs, and a beauty queen.
Tromping along in a line, from door to door.
Smelling their chocolate candies, but wanting more.
Why don’t they give us sardines? One kit doth ask.
They cannot afford it said her pal in a butterfly mask.
How about pizza with anchovies? She does suggest.
Snickers and Reeses, says another who likes them the best
Sipping champagne from the hollow
of an avocado, on a cactus-lined
boulevard in St. Looie
While munching on anchovies
slathered with salsa, the nerve
of them calling us screwy
On the dashboard piled high
were half-empty cruises of gin ...
By the time we crashed the car
into a passing trolley car ~
I swear I saw Busch Brewery spin
No pizza of mine
will have those fishes packed in brine.
I must agree they do not taste fine.
I like mushrooms, peppers, and extra cheese.
However, I ask one favor please.
I do not want pizza with anchovies.
For some other folks who like meat,
sausage and pepperoni can be neat.
Those little fishes are salty and never sweet.
Very few ever consider them a treat.
Therefore, before the pizza gets cold,
I want you to place those anchovies on hold.
She tucks hair behind her ears,
sheen gathers, raven is the light of her.
She lifts him over dark breakwaters,
eyes closed, she funnels him
into her purse seine.
Fingers fit watery gloves,
olive oil and rose water, flavors spill.
Catalan rain clouds weep their sweet moments.
A tarragon musk, a salty lamina folded through
anemone fingers. Gestures flex and unwind.
A topaz sun rides over evening waves,
dips for darting anchovies, sinks into memory.
“This bitter, green fruit soaked in brine
is palatable, but I wish
to make the flavor more divine
by stuffing in some oily fish.”
“That thistle up there on the hill,
though spiny-sharp and armor-tough,
might prove to be delectable,
if it were just boiled enough.”
Who first made such discoveries?
Were they intended to be jokes –
the olives stuffed with anchovies
and boiled hearts of artichokes?
Though I think they are delicious,
their origins seem pernicious.
Yeasty with a cornmealed bottom
The sun-dried tomato's and sundried
Red bell peppers called me
The parmesaned and garlic crust
topped with olives, anchovies, and
Onions
the queint essential of elegance
refined by the knead of belonging
Bacon wrapped artichokes
With a hint of lemon
Mozzarella browned to create a
delicate longing of satisfaction.
Basil, oregano, and olive oil
Enough to tease. Just enough
to taunt. Pleasing and exciting
the palettes and taste buds!