Short Curry Poems
Short Curry Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Curry by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Curry by length and keyword.
pork steaks, cut into small bits
an onion, chopped fine
a nice hot fresno pepper
strong, yellow curry
garden-fresh peaches
combine and
feast!
Turmeric,cumin and clove
Pungent aroma
Taste buds awaken with style
Juicy chicken chunks
Buttered almond top
Silky rice
Spiced!
for "Eat Me" contest
sponsored by John Heck
Trump To Curry Favors
Trump likes to curry many favors;
Never mattered what were flavors;
Owned almost all;
Short, talll or small;
Soem even were Lord and Saviors.
Jim Horn
Steph Curry is taking hoops to a whole new level,
Say the rabid Oaktown fans as they revel.
The way he throws it in the hole
from downtown off a pick and roll
Makes me wonder if he's signed on with the Devil...
A Favorite food dish or one you despise Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
Curry stew crowded with shrimp
Dipped in oyster sauce
Flavorful, steamy, spicy
Garlic and onions
Tomatoes and cloves
Hearty dish
Spooned
Curry this
Curry that
Dare to add
A burst of flavor
Uniquely spicy
Savory and earthy
Exotically extravagant
Hot or mild bouquet
Ticklish of the taste buds
Enamored colors to entice
Reminiscent of faraway delights
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
(Based on the logical conundrum known as Curry’s Paradox, or sometimes Löb’s Paradox.)
A tricky logician named Curry
Proposed, just to make our minds scurry,
That if this claim’s valid,
Then I’m a tossed salad.
It seems simply proved, so I worry.
The spice in the curry mirrors my anger.
Angry of being a part of a race with no peace.
The small bits of red pepper scatter
Like the blood of the innocent.
An explosion of heat burns my tongue
Like the bombs do their victims.
Innocent tongues…
Who will never speak of peace
Nor taste a meal again.
Listen to poem:
Oh I do like a good curry
spicy and hot,
with a lot of flavor,
fresh herbs and spices.
But I abhor your flattery
to fawn and curry favor
in vile ingratiation.
Such curry has a bitter flavour
and nips the bud of any favor sought.
It's a dish of foul curry and tainted rice,
topped with a sauce of greed and avarice.
In this world of wanton worry,
There’s this new kind up on hurry.
Call it plain prejudice
That’d for wood the tree miss,
But should K Harris win
As chances seem no mean,
Should all the White House smell curry?
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Happenings |10.09.2024| USA, political, Humour
Poet’s note: This is second in a series of three limericks on current happenings in USA.
C larifying your hidden lies, I see
U nderneath your opaque disguise… I
R ead your eyes, I
R ead your eyes…
Y ielding despise, it’s only I…
F rustrated with echoing laments and cries, just to
A nswer your fake words and smiles… I
V enture my life, I venture my emotional life
O nly to end it all… until it’s demise…
R eading your eyes… I can always read your betraying eyes.
choose a single word
take the first letter
in seven lines stirred
wit makes it better
take the same letter
add it in each line
chop some trendsetter
words, it'll turn out fine
add the right spices
six syllables must
fry the sorted slices
half-cook and adjust
let the water boil
add the required salt
garnish hot rhyme oil
Curry's made, no fault
Tender boneless chicken breast
Steeped in warm spices
Gently simmered in hot oil
With tomatoes
Ripe red and juicy
Melting in
Mouth!
As some Indians
(dot, not feather)
go to great lengths
to ingratiate themselves
by obsequious behaviour
(bob your head if you agree with me)
could it be the origin
of the expression,
'To curry favour'?
Tho' hunger knows no bounds
forget the fatted calf
despite the nation suffering
from starvation by more than half
they'll curry a horse
but not a cow
those bovine ungulates
are holier than thou
As some Indians
(dot, not feather)
go to great lengths
to ingratiate themselves
by obsequious behaviour
(bob your head if you agree with me)
could it be the origin
of the expression,
'To curry favour'?
Tho' hunger knows no bounds
forget the fatted calf
despite the nation suffering
from starvation by more than half
they'll curry a horse
but not a cow
those bovine ungulates
are holier than thou
Yesterday
I'm afraid to say
I spilled a plate of Ruby curry
Allover my computer
And now it's sadly dead
I was so upset with myself I went to bed
I cleaned it the best I coold
But still also it was' no good
Now I have to have it repaired
Good job I have computer on my TV
I fell so silly
Curry and computers don't mix
Don't TRy it at home
Or it will cost a lot to fix.
Anyone want to buy a computer cheap?.
RIP Ethel.
Peter Dome copyright 2914.Aug.