Short Home Baked Poems
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Tomato and cucumber
Teatime sandwiches,
Salted Smith's potato crisps
And hot steaming tea-
With fresh home baked bread
Chocolate
Spread !
BETWEEN INNINGS
Tomato and cucumber
Teatime sandwiches,
Salted Smith's potato crisps
And hot steaming tea-
With fresh home baked bread
Chocolate
Spread !
"A King deserves His full name~Christmas. Xmas is not good enough." By Poet
Can you smell the home-baked cookies,
all the wonderful goodies.
The tree is all decorated,
beneath the nativity scene has been created.
A beautiful word like Christmas,
has been cut down for business.
Xmas will never do,
the word makes me feel blue.
Grandma’s Coming to Visit Today
By Elton Camp
Horray! Granny’s coming to visit again
Bringing home-baked cookies in a tin
Kids just love her attention to be shown
Hear her say, “Look how you’ve grown.”
We will know the minute she does arrive
Cause we can hear her coming up the drive
Before she even knocks at the front door,
Because we hear her Harley’s familiar roar
Oh for a taste of rhubarb pie!
Home picked, home baked--
Mouth watering, I don’t lie.
A tart and sweet delicious delight;
Tingles, mingles with the tongue.
Mom always cooked it just right!
Some might let theirs go to waste,
But I’ll eat their piece without delay,
I just love that capricious taste!
Note* I haven’t had a piece of Rhubarb pie
since my dear mom died in ‘94
I mailed out home-baked cookies;
The recipients got crumbs.
Though really, when you bite a cookie,
That’s what it becomes.
It wasn’t my intention,
(I knew not what I was doing
When I wrapped and packed the cookies)
But I saved them all some chewing.
Now of course, the thought’s what matters
And the taste, I think, was yummy.
Still, despite all of my efforts,
I sent gifts considered crummy.
"A King deserves His full name~Christmas. Xmas is not good enough." By Poet
I love smelling the home-baked cookies,
and eating all the wonderful goodies.
The tree is decorated with balls and lights,
beneath the nativity makes one look twice.
The word "Xmas" makes me see red,
it should be dead.
The word is "Christmas" to be spread,
do not be misled.
To the king,
gifts you can bring.
The celebration begins,
The wearing of the green
The beautiful country of Ireland,
Home to great poets,
Miles of countryside and traditional houses,
Shamrocks and leprechauns,
The magic begins,
The luck at the end of the rainbow,
A lovely cup of tea or coffee,
Delicious home baked cookies,
A dinner with friends,
An evening of song with an Irish singer,
The charm of St. Patrick's Day.
copyright Gwen Schutz
He passed on turkey, passed on ham
and even on Mom’s candied yams!
He passed, for sure, on salad greens
and carrots, peas and lima beans!
He passed on Mom’s best home-baked bread
and cheeses ready to be spread.
The gravy and the mashed potatoes:
Those he passed on - and tomatoes.
Mom then served desserts; we knew
he’d pass on pie and ice cream too!
But for fruit JELLO, the small brat
yelled, “Mom, please pass me ALL of that!”
three thirty, exact
foregoing
the afterschool
match
tuesday
my weekly treat
awaits on gran's
baking tray
arriving there
a spicy aroma
fiiled the air
it was freshly baked
my
weekly share
bread pudding
pipng hot
drizzled with honey
moreish&
yummy
a moist
mouth watering
confection
this
sultana delectation
home -baked
in her pinny
especially& just
for
me
It flows like a candy in the mouth
It strikes like lightning through the night
It strives like hunger
It matures like a red wine
It is not a hobby nor a chore
A necessity it is
It is not acquired nor accessible
A blessing it is
It is rough like a wave in the sea
It is smooth like a running water
It is uplifting like a home baked bread
It is adorable like yourself
It erases the pain
Like a fairy tale story
It opens the inner self
Like an opportunity rushing in
three thirty, exact
the bell
jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
the afterschool
match
tuesday
my weekly treat
awaited on gran's
baking tray
I opened
the back door
a spicy aroma
fiiled the air
there
it was freshly baked
my
weekly share
pipng hot
drizzled with honey
moreish&
yummy
a moist
mouthwatering
confection
succulent
sultana delectation
home -baked
by she
especially
for
me
three thirty, exact
the bell
jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
the afterschool
match
tuesday
my weekly treat
awaited on gran's
baking tray
I opened
the back door
a spicy aroma
fiiled the air
there
it was freshly baked
my
weekly share
pipng hot
drizzled with honey
moreish&
yummy
a moist
mouthwatering
confection
succulent
sultana delectation
home -baked
by she
especially
for
me