Short Epicure Poems

A chateaubriand well done
in bechamel sauce
A carpaccio salad
A franipani
A mozart kugeln
with Earl Grey
Tea !...

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a girl making pizza dream

her toppings make tastebuds scream

tomato tossed swirls

and cheese in great curls

queen of the epicure scene.
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I don't claim to be an epicure
But there's one pasta dish that's sure
To get me to the table fast.
It's macaroni/beef goulash.

I make it with the small sea shells.
My tongue tastes of the little wells
Of tomato sauce that's found therein,
So tasty that it make me grin.

When I am tired and want to crash 
A big bowl of my loved goulash
Will pep me up as it fills my tummy.
I love it because it is so yummy.




For Linda Maries pasta contest....

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I crave for thee oh heights
Fathomless heights,
Hiding beyond the skies
Where wisdom and wealth lies

I crave for thy zenith oh heights,
Fathomless heights;
Not for the audacity of euphoria
Nor for the aroma of nostalgia.

I crave for thy topnotch oh heights
Fathomless heights;
To become the epitome of an epicure 
And my brains and brawns to insure

I crave for thee oh heights
Fathomless heights:
The abode of the twinkling stars,
The home that can’t behold scary scars....

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Thus, we clean up after the tryptophan tornado
Slow moving, drugged, sated, slipper wearing zombies
Picking at the ruins of fun, feast and folly
Wondering why the soon to come fat guy is so jolly
Pants – let out – for comfort sake
A slumbering room of football fakes
And then that scent, of my, oh my
The warmth, the call, of apple pie
I know it’s wrong, this pie I’m stuffin’
Will turn an epicure into a glutton
As the leaves drift slow to the earth
I must give my girth its worth.
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