Short Filet Poems
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What my son loves the most is good food,
be it toasted or roasted or stewed.
Can he put it away!
A filet and entrée
will go in and then out of this dude.
Sauteed onions and mushrooms
Choice Filet Mignon
Wrapped in a piece of bacon
Sear it on the grill
Cook until it's rare
Place on a plate
EAT
One day I’ll play in the Chesapeake Bay
On a boat I’ll lay soaking up sun rays
Sunscreen I’ll spray U.V. rays turn away
Catch a fish I’ll pray possibly display
A fish mouth I’ll splay possibly filet
A good day I’ll say in Chesapeake Bay
Friday Night Dinners
Waiting in line
Table for five
Peanuts on floor
Country songs blaring
Crazy loud voices
Time to dine
Bottle of beer
Bread and butter
Petite filet rare
Loaded baked potato
Extra sour cream
Crisp Cesar salad
Ice cream sundae
Time to go
Kisses and hugs………
Life is good
I have a feeling
that my dog is so spoiled
that she doesnt like dog food anymore
apperently she want's filet min yung and lobster
well this isint the surf and turf doggie cafe
get your head outa your furry butt
and eat your alpo
A RACE TO DE-BONE FISH:
Filet
Relay
A CONVENT FOR SHELL FISH:
Oyster
Cloister
A MEMBER OF THE UNDER SEA MAFIA:
Mobster
Lobster
A PROMISCUOUS SHRIMP:
Trampy
Scampi
A MUSICAL RED SNAPPER:
Snapper
Rapper
A COMPASSIONATE FISH:
Caring
Herring
A LAW ENFORCEMENT FISH:
Grouper
Trouper
2/2/13
Entered in Brian Strand's All Yours Contest
Two portabella caps Stems removed deeply and diced.
Frills down in olive oil and butter (with stem pieces)
Pan hot
Flip to frills up
Fill with italian dressing and cheddar cheese
Fry covered at simmer
Steam spinach
Steam parsnips in buttered water
Saute two filet mignon wrapped in bacon
divide equally on two plates
Sip wine and share the joy with friends
Florida Key Vacation On Florida Bay
Sweet bay
Away
Key's quay
Swim wee
Filet
Buffet
Quay-Prononuced kee, key, kwey--A concrete dock in a harbor on a bay
Filet_ French pronounced fi ley'__a piece fish cut boneless
Wee_a short period of time or in the early morning hours
Inspired by Andrea's Contest..
Written: August 18, 2014
Bacon-wrapped, filet mignon
Beurre Blanc, or Sabayon
caviar so delicate
on your tongue, you will not forget.
Crystal and golden spoons
Do not forget the tea at noon
for your name, an abbreviation
Do not forget the reservation.
A brand-new car in the drive
my own pool, in which I dive
all new clothes, every stitch
How satisfying to be rich.
Have it
At room
Temperature
Before cooking.
No marinade.
Just coarse salt
And pepper.
Hot heavy pan
Medium to high heat.
Flip when seared.
Dark brown.
Lower heat.
Lotsa butter,
Mushrooms,
Chopped shallots,
Drops of
Lee and Perrins.
Squirt of lemon &
Dash of parsley
At the end.
Have a warm plate.
Drop it all from the pan.
Keep plate
On low warm.
Let it sit for 20min.
Tenderloin is delicate.
We soak
We baste
We waste
We strain
Let's take care
Not to drain
Each other
We chop
We slice
We dice
Filet and sautee
Let's take care
What we say
To each other
We fire
We stoke
We smoke
We learn
Let's take care
Not to burn
Each other
We grill
We broil
We boil
Stew and barbeque
Let's take care
What we do
To each other
We fare
We wine
We dine
We fume
Let's take care
Not to consume
Each other
I dont know what’s with this feline,
But I wish that she were really mine.
I think she’s the cat of my fun .dreams.
She and I would make quite the team!
We could go on “Cat Dancing with the Stars”
Bring home the huge trophy,in my jalopy of a car.
I’d make her a filet of salmon in a crystal dish.
And reward myself with sherbet, it is so delish.
Two swinging champions we and so full of soul..
Tomorrow night, we will snack on raspberry jelly-rolls!
With darkness
Fishing
No appreciation
When beaten
Lies with submission
Stagnant streams
Overflow under dreams
Fish in spawning
Under currents churning
Filet knife honed
Scales in pilings
A temperate rising
Seasoned with bubbling
Deep fried soul
A fork that is piercing
Please pass on the sauce
You in yearning
Display me on a wall
Like a trophy stuffed
Dangling with lures
You felt so sure
A coward with a tale
A
Form:
Naked and naïve
it’s time to bereave
your bedridden soul
for which ravens toll
You wear cynicism in
on a placid sunny day
melting a turquoise sky
into a saffron souffle
Your derision derides
the emptiness inside
digesting a child’s core belief
with your apocalyptic grief
So filet those frailties
with that phoenix in your fray
by flapping that acrid ash
far, far away
Then bathe in a turquoise sky
on a placid sunny day
as you stand before that child
naked and naïve