Short Cook Poems
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I
just
noticed
that our oven
has a STOP TIME
button; it's probably
meant to be a STOP TIMER,
but I daren't touch it - just in case
must you cook me
a delicious dinner
of his blood and
raw aching
luscious meat
eat not
him his
cool crushing
cream cocktail
eat me
There is a man who likes to cook.
He doesn’t get his recipes from a book.
First he bastes,
Then he tastes.
His food happens to be real hook.
its on the grill
pots is fill
it low cost bill
the park where it started
its a tasks on the gress
where no doudt
its a
SOUL FOOD COOKE OUT
barred owl
also known as hoot owl
call sounds like “who cook for you”
moon keeps her eye on him
he’s a known predator
with his eye on a rabbit
Army cooks don't do anything wrong
By feeding a "Mad Killer" throng
& that's rather droll
Like a troll on the dole
Who freaks out on a Viet Cong dong
My Wonderful is cooking
and has been preparing
for Christmas
she would read the book
and then become a great cook
each time when I look
Jim Horn
he is gone
we sing his tone
he Worte song
that recpect he won
told the truth to our youth
now time to get hook
have that look
and
THINK A MAN NAME SAM COOK
Grumpy Cook Friday the vegetable Man
Always has an open cook book in his hand
He usually has a mushroom, ready to cook.
Humor doesn’t improve with recipes or book.
rub my butt with spices
baste my breasts with olive oil
slather my wings and things with sauce
butter my thighs, slow broil
ah, the savory delights of a summer BBQ!
Fish
Garlic
Paprika
Salt
Black pepper
Rosemary
Olive oil
Carrot
Purple onion
Hot red pepper
Butter
Zucchini
Basil
Avocado
4 eggs
White or Parmesan cheese.
I’m in Cook County Jail and don’t know why
All because of a devious lie
When I bend for the soap
It’s the only one not on a rope
The one eyed pirate gets a poke in the eye
My special aunt loved
life in the open country-
city bus made runs to town.
I loved to visit
we would cook, laugh and dress up-
then take city bus to town.
Trump Cook Up Trouble
While lying in bed would bring a book;
At picture on cover did look and look;
Wondered who,
And if I knew;
Turned out being Trump who is a crook.
Jim Horn
Darling I ask a simple question
Desperate to know your suggestion
I’m aware that you love me
And that I am your sweet pea
So, what on earth is this indigestion.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
Monroe was always up before dawn got too deep
cookin' coffee and bacon while we're still asleep
When five o'clock rolled around he'd ring that damn bell
Many a morning I'd liked to send him to hell
Making biscuits at four A.M., coffee is boiling
Fed the cowboys at midnight, they just keep dragging in
Says that he will sleep when he gets old, at this rate it won't take long
Form:
Remove outer sleeve and packaging
Place in large oven proof dish
Ride dolphins perpendicular to the beach
Paint weightlessness with fluorescent paint
Season to taste and add thoughts provided
Bake on medium heat for real before serving
Why must you
Cook yourself thin
Continously, time
And, again
As if you, from determination,
Can't seem to bend
Knowing that habit you have,
Is not your friend
Despite, how it, A broken
heart, does mend
When killing yourself is an
Unforgivable sin
There once was a man named Ike
Who purchased an AI wife
He thought it best
To give her a test
Before warranty ends midnight
He programmed her to be unique
To sing to cook to clean
He did forget
The naughty tricks
She made love most mechanically
I cook a rice, so I am a cook.
I need a cooker, so I can cook.
I didn't learn to cook from a book.
I only learnt, not to feed a crook.
I paddled on brook, there was a croc.
I wasn't to look, only to hear them talk.
Purple Couch
16 Nov 2016
12:09 PM
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Cook _
Ham
Sizzling,
Biscuits baked
Eggs boil, grits bubble
Sunrise casting magenta
Charcoal clouds that float in from Gulf of Mexico
Desire to write the sunrise down; trapped by duty, obligation, or is it pure love.
In honor of Brian Strand:
Show me/ don't tell
A cook with a good look
Once there was a cook
who had a good look
He had a good look
and took a book from a nook
He took a good look and shook his head no!
he wanted a cook book to look
His heart sank coz he had no cook book
but he was still a cook in the Restaurant Rook.
For me, I’d love to stay and chat
but all this tea and cake is fat
that I do neither want nor need.
If I stayed, it would be for greed.
So she learned to cook in health
and I would give her all my wealth
to eat the luscious food she made,
and so I talked and talked and stayed.