Short Gravy Poems
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Biscuits, gravy
sausage, eggs
salt & pepper
In mama’s kitchen I find
comfort food for my weary soul
a pleasant dinner surprise.
For delectable gravy,
One creamed chicken can.
Add italian seasonings,
Lemon juice, Parsley,
and Hot Spice to taste.
Deliciously
Simple!
The sea was unusually wavy,
When a cook in the Royal Navy,
With a roll of the ship,
Accidentally slipped,
Inundating his captain with gravy.
its the season you lick
and its quick
as you eat
the turkey meat
the tastes don't wastes
the food like a freak
as you mouth lingers
its
GRAvy white meat
AND FINGERS
I eat a piece of fudge
it lands on my hips
great
I devour a potato chip
she travels to one of my tummy rolls
I see her happily settling down
I slurp down biscuits and gravy
Feel my butt get fluffy and puffy
starting to look frightful
Crisp oven bacon
baked next to homemade biscuit
drenched in syrup
morning breakfast dish
potato
covered in gravy
Lune Poetry poem
3/5/7 Word Count
5/3/5 Syllable Count
1/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I love light gravy on biscuits, mashed potatoes, turkey or in a spoon
Bring me some if you please, I will love you more than the moon
If you bring me dark gravy my appetite runs away and yells yuck.
Light gravy or nothing, says my persnickety brother, two-year-old Chuck.
Mister Ride rode a gravy train
Train was full of pleasure and pain
He bribed the pleasure
Desperate measure
The pain pulled the chain in disdain
If during a meal, I put a finger in the gravy
and begin to write with the gravy,
am I being creative and philosophical
or just being absurd?
Am trying to read about this technique,
perhaps, a revolt to societal norm?
Philosophers seem to have an answer,
well thought out
I'm simply sloppy!!
Form:
taters n gravy
taters n gravy
oh how I love
the taters n gravy
taters is white
gravy is brown
I live in Mississippi
in a real little town
some folks is brown
some folks is white
seems like to me
they do nothing but fight
if taters is ok
and gravy makes em good
why can't folks get along
like taters n gravy should
Form:
While sitting at the kitchen table my spirit;
Embarks listening my nose for the baked biscuit;
I am invested so heavily in simplistic tradition;
Hot baked buttered fresh out the oven wicket;
Grandma told me and grandpa get out the skillet;
Cause that chicken and gravy for Christmas;
12/30/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I received a golden hello
But nothing of banking I know
On commodities, the future I bet
For large bonuses each year,to net
Too soon the 'bubble' has burst
Of course,everyone else,has come off worse
But I do not reap what I sow
They gave me parachute payout & pension to go
Global finances,crash into debt
Yet still I have no regrets ...(yet !)
Three times this week I have had biscuits and gravy.
They are fifteen hundred and two calories per plate.
I know because I do not make them.
I eat them in restaurants and they list these calories.
All three times this meal was super scrumptious.
I was not expecting them to be as good today.
For the menu listed them as 1402 calories.
At this rate, I should weigh six hundred pounds by Sunday.
Stephanie did not know about sausage gravy
Until she decided to join the US Navy.
What is this delicious stuff? She asked her first mate.
Biscuits and gravy; ain’t it enormously great?
She wanted gravy on her eggs, gravy on her toast.
She loved sausage gravy so much, actually the most.
I want gravy in my coffee and gravy in my tea!
She was a six hundred pounder when she decided to marry Lee.
Seniors in our town
gather at Hardy’s
on Wednesday mornings
over biscuits and gravy
to ruminate on life
as they’ve met it head on
as they’ve faced it with hope
as they’ve lived it with courage
as they forecast its future
in dread and fear
for their offspring.
They joke and laugh
as coffee flows downward
and embrace new promise
in the here and now, as tummy fills
with yesterday’s toasty comfort,
hot biscuits and gravy.
I am on a mission,
I am on a quest
To discover who’s Biscuits and Gravy
Taste the very best
I’ve dined on them in fine restaurants
Ate em sitt’n round a fire
OH! To taste the very best
Is my prime desire!
I’ve traveled to the east
Journeyed o’er the west
I have yet to discover who’s Biscuits and Gravy
Taste the very best
On a humble mission
A mission I carry with zest
But I must conclude my poem
And continue on my quest