Short Dough Poems
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Oh mother, tell your children
not to do what I have done -
to spend the night with a tummy ache
after eating another bun.
Trump's lawyers are busy as bees
Collecting some really fat fees
The train from New York
Once loaded with pork
Now sports only soiled BVDs
Were-Dough!!!
When He Thinks:
'Laugh Out Loud'
He Puts More
Emphasis On
The "Out."
GRRRRRRR...
LOOOOL.
-Gray Squirrel
10-20-2025
guys we want 'd' dough
but we won't weigh the load
of tomorrow's cold
as in pains unfolds
by Gideon Idudje
SOUR DOUGH
NEED IT
BEAT IT
INTO SHAPES
LIKE
MAN
MAN
LIKE
JACK
KEROUAC
ON THE ROAD
TO YEASTDOM
THOUGH SOUR
LEMON
SOUR LEMON
NEVER SOUR DOUGH
ASK A ROBBER
BARRON
Mortimer found school to be a great big bore
Finished twelfth grade, couldn't take any more
Didn't want 'nine-to-five'
How would he ever thrive
Mort's smart ~ Opened up a cannabis store
Aristotle Had No Play-Dough
Aristotle
Never liked to dawdle.
He studied under Plato
But by no means played with play-dough.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Clerihew
rolling in the dough
status quo
I’m watching bread grow
5/3/5
Syllable Count
Oct.10.2018
Baker's Dozen Poetry
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Placed 2'nd
I
am
a rock
of ages
I am that I am
In the beginning was the Word
As it were the Word was with God, and the Word was God
I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me
Pizza
Pizza dough, gluten free
Prepared with chopped basil
Parmesan cheese, vegan
Prosciutto slices
Pieces of crisp bacon
Parts of baby mushrooms
Pizza sauce, Rao’s home made
man.....grab dos taters
odda won....they hot potatas, day hot potattas!
man.. pick dos mattos
odda won...day hot potttas, day hot potattas!
drums & horns. wook, wook, whirl!
rest o them.... day hot pottatas, day hot pottatas!
Time warped, perception bleak. Clay bodies falling apart.
The shift of stance in reality motions the notion, that inherits a vast chasm of possible retribution.
Cracked mood shifts met with insomniacs last choice, lies wake with the dread of falling asleep.
I love the smell of Play Dough
I put it on my nose and inhale
It is marvelous, as usual
I put it on my cheeks, and on my chin
I used to eat it
But I was younger then
I take another smell of it
Nothing like it!
No other fragrance in the world teases me like this one
I really want to eat it
But the taste is always a disappointment
Squirrels Need More Dough
Two fighting squirrels spread seeds deep of dread
As onward spite bleeds the forest bed red.
Tucked deer and geese cede to their dying creed
Taking speed pass tufts of fur crying heed.
O forest clones, thus breeds beauty not weed
For ugly head's absence of breaking bread.
4/26/17
27 roses placed. None for Connie.
Thirty pounds in sixty days
That how much less Jeffrey weighs
Burning all those calories
Should have slowed the global freeze
Missy’s joined the weight loss scene
She is looking fit and lean
We can press, continue on
All the cheesecake bites are gone
Shadows of our former selves
Someone slap those Keebler elves
Got another ten to go
Someone hide the cookie dough
Gotta date
with my baby
out on the town
with my gal
wearing the
new shoes
my honey
gave me
she's dolled up
in diamonds
and pearls
stepping out
with my lady
supper
and dancing
what ah
wonderful world
go to the rink
skate ah
little while
she's got a fashion
she's gotta style
we'll skate a bit
and dance a while
I'll kiss her cheek
to make her smile
For full nine months forlorn widow,
Every nine hours by window;
Men watching their every shadow,
Still hoping for her Ricardo,
Who'd promised her Eldorado,
This doing in a Choice Meadow...
Now, The Incommunicado,
Gone her main source of Bravado
And Volunteering Troubadour,
To her a Buck she to him Doe,
Ricardo, not innocent, though...
Slain for vanishing with Grang's dough
amiss the dark night
the diamond starts to glare
people stop in amazement
to look and gaze and stare
beautiful the diamond
as time passes by
glimpse
of forever
the beautiful diamonds
in the sky!
love light the night
to have us dance the night away
to sing in the night
while the beautiful music play's
drink wines and to be drunk
to love like passions ends
to make love til the dawn
as the new day begins
SMELL THE KNEADED BREAD
THE SWEET, SWEET BREAD
MIGHT THOSE WHO HUNGER
HUNGER NO MORE
THE YEASTY DOUGH'S
THAT FERMENTS
THE SWEET MOLASSES
THAT SHALL SWIRL WITHIN
KNEAD MY DOUGH'S
AND LET THEM RISE
KNEAD MY DOUGH'S
AND LET THEM RISE
BAKE THEM THAT ALL SHALL
HUNGER NO MORE
THEIR IS A FOUNTAIN FILLED
WITH LOVE
LOOSE ALL THY FITH AND STAINS
THE WATERS OF OF
THE FOUNTAIN MOIST
THEY SOFTEN THE THESE DRIED GROUNDED GRAINS
Malo
she ah Ego taming
man shaming
backbiting
Lover of known
she got soothing curves
sexy hips
wearing makeup
and gloss on her lips
sexy lady
make it crazy
I can't help
but indulge myself
Le Femme
She has flaws
it's just because
she been able to get
all the men she likes
course she knows best
and what with the rest
belittled and criticized
she likes the sound of
her voice
leaving little room for
others to
contribute too
Let’s eat some Playdough he says.
I had heard he was a fun date, but this was beyond fun.
Pretending to go along with it I ask, “What color?”
Red or Blue, he says.
I only have green and pink, I tell him.
He acts disappointed. Says he has to go.
His mother picks him up.
I call my girlfriend. Where do you say he lives?
At home.
With his mother?
With both parents.
Has he ever moved out?
Not that I know of.
This is the last time I let her set me up with a fun forty-eight-year-old.