Short Flan Poems

There once was a man with a plan.
The man with the plan was named Stan.
Stan's plan as a man
was flan from a can
which he named Stan the Man's Canned Flan....

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on 
   the menu
crabs
clam
      alfalfa
      salad
lasagna
pasta
    salsa
with
tramasalata:
carp
sprats
&prawns
parma ham
     jam
       tarts
and
banana
  flan...

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Strawberry Flan

                                          Sweethearts clasped in a ring of love




FIFTH
November 17, 2015
Contest:-Food 2: Holiday Connections
Sponsor:-Andrea Dietrich...

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APPETIZER
flavorful, tasty
savoring, inviting, whetting
hors d’oeuvres, antipasto; flan, chocolate
mouth-watering, finishing, salivating
delicious, homemade
DESSERT

June 2, 2021...

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There was a frail man from Japan,
Who tripped and fell whene'er he ran,                                                              He walked with a chop stick,                                                                             As his bones would squeak, 
And used his fingers to eat his flan....

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jam

it’s
sweeter than ham
stickier than a dam
spreadier than a ram
welcomier than spam
jarier than a can
jellier than a plan

though
not drivier than a van
not talkier than a man
not blowier than a fan
not cuddlier than a gran
not crustier than a flan
not detailier than a scan

jam




...

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Fairy Light was terrified when she saw witch’s pan.
Bold bubbling eyeballs floating from a mail man.
Frog was swimming casually. Said he had a plan.
“First though, girl, I have to work on my tan.”
Fairy Light was released by head of the Witches Clan.
I am afraid frog stayed too long, was turned into delicious flan....

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Sickly sweet harbor aromas permeate my heart shape cell from 
without I have no recollection of remembrances dead squid’s tentacles squirm and tease the 
bars of an angelic orangutan eating recently plucked dragonfly wings 
and flan on chips of led based paint from dripping pipes of biotoxic ammonia

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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The neighbourhood was very rough;
My gran was sweet but, oh, so tough.

Most people didn’t go to work -
My mother said they’d rather shirk.

Some disappeared and then returned
(They’d been in jail, I later learned).

The local toughs respected Gran
And came to call for buns or flan.

Next door, there lived a dozen boys -
They dressed in rags and had no toys.

Although my family moved away,
I dream of Ward Place to this day....

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When the sky goes black,
And the clouds, less gay,
The sun hides, shining from the back;
Jesus is always my stay.

Tho' life be grim, or vexed,
Nothing can foil His plan.
In Christ is my future indexed,
Starting me each day with a flan.

The Lord's never scarce to save.
Nearest when my strength is gone.
He lends a hand or a stave,
And lets my cares withdrawn.

Jesus is never asleep in the stern
When my boat jolts in the storm....

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There's something I can't figure out.
It's divisive, if I may.
A never-ending question about
Why today is called Pie day.

I won't mince words, I cannot lie
Crusty as I may feel
I've always enjoyed a piece of pie
A nice addition to a meal.

But why celebrate in March today?
Pie is eaten all year long
A circular dish, a tart, flan, souffle.
Or have I the answer wrong?

Some other meaning must lie beneath
Oh well. Happy March fourteenth.

3.14.2017...

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