Short Cream Of The Crop Poems
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I tested sweet mushroom ice cream
Delicious, its taste was supreme
The cream of the crop
From food fair farm shop -
It wasn’t a dope induced dream!
You Know Rubio
Is cream of the crop;
Then big ears off had to lop
From bottom to top.
You Know Rubio
Would sure be a severe blow
Now new ones must grow.
Ho Ho Jim Horn
Fern octopus
Swimming in the ocean seas
Sturgeon nectar
Seaweed flower hot pink
Cream of the crop
Prada manufactured alligator purse
1/22/20
James Edward Lee Sr 2020
What a bunch of sweet people on poetry group
The cream of the crop and that's no poop
A great place to reside
You'll be bursting with pride
And that long face of yours will no longer droop
What a bunch of sweet people on The Soup
The cream of the crop and that's no poop
A great place to reside
You'll be bursting with pride
And that long face of yours will no longer droop
© Jack Ellison 2015
The most sweetest appetising apple
Cream of the crop
On the apple cart
Is placed on the top
And tastes divine
Aesthetically pleasing
Attracting many to bite
But sometimes
Rotten to the core
But if not
It's something you want more and more
It's the dreamer's wish
The prettier the girl
The sweeter the kiss.
Would you like to have a lollipop?
You get to choose from the cream of the crop.
We have many different kinds of flavors galore.
There are your favorites and many more.
Kids are not the only ones who think they are swell.
Lollipops are a sweet eat for adults as well.
Inspired by another member's poem.
(In memory of Micheal Jackson)
An icon he was, Our king of
Pop
Rising during the Eighties, to
the Very top
Making himself out to be, the
cream of the crop
Carrying on for his Public, as
if he couldn't stop
Like, he for Our undivided at-
tention, wished to shop
Only to leave Us, at age 50,
causing for Our hearts to drop
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McWhirtle: I Write Because
I write because,
the birds cannot,
the trees, the streams,
the mountaintop,
Had they a voice,
sounds will swap, yet,
add with words, be,
cream of the crop.
2022 August 27
*4th Place*
I write because
~~Anoucheka Gangabissoon: Judged 2022 September 13
playing chicken with couch potato
bring home the bacon with two peas in a pod
in a pickle with forbidden fruit
full of beans with egg on my face
go bananas with sour grapes
cream of the crop with dangling carrots
cool as a cucumber with apple of my eye
crying over spilt milk with raising a toast
spill the beans with cheesy jokes
I said, “You’re the cream of the crop!”
You called me your buttercup.
Emotions churned.
I milked the situation for all its worth,
As my dreams sat splendid before me.
Then, your life spilled out into the world,
And I became unwanted;
A container of spoiled passion
And curdled desires.
You dashed my hopes,
Leaving behind,
The tracks of you,
and Bessie.
That old cow!
You are crème de la crème
in my book…
I don’t care what you say,
or for that matter what anyone
else says…
You will always be, the best of
the best, in everything you do…
As the French say,
your crème de la crème,
that is the cream of the crop…
You have proven that to me,
over and over again, that you
are truly Crème de la Crème…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2008
A banana split can be a work of art.
With the fruit cut lengthwise in half is where we start.
Three scoops of our favorite ice cream go on top.
Whatever flavor, use the cream of the crop.
On each scoop go toppings of pineapple, chocolate, and strawberry.
Above that go generous mounds of whipped cream and a cherry.
A split is good enough to change the most dour personality.
Serve up this treat, and see them become merry.
I’ll always remember my very first car
All gleaming in shiny red metal
It never broke down, going near, going far
The fire in my gut wouldn’t settle
Each morning I’d hop in that open top
Sometimes it seemed I could fly
No one could stop the cream of the crop
And sat in that car, that was I
The only speed I ever heeded was ‘Faster’
The only fuel she ever needed was me
For I had no clutch and no gearbox to master
I’d pedal like crazy, back when I was three.
Once Upon a Time illumination,
black tie Chevron
Wild mushrooms Spice Market Rusty
Dried mud puddle now crusty
Breath of fresh air Pearly Gates
Tongue-tied Showtime polish Stone
~
Once Upon a Time terracotta
Hot potato first kiss pins and needles
Once Upon a Time croissant
Cream of the crop Rose Colored Glasses
Tulips in Spring hot pink
Prickly pear Driftwood tree house
~
Time illumination once upon
3/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020