Short Polish Off Poems

Polish off your polish prep yourself for parting with what you want try your luck and fail, fail again and work on your polish. Choose it now....

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Jiggly wiggly giggly glee
Trying to liven up my life with some free
Ugly Covid bad mood was my yesterday’s fee
Today I will have more fun than a satisfied queen bee.
Come by if you can at a quarter to three.
You can polish off this meatloaf and chili with me.
I could use your phone number.
You are not on the phone tree.
Jiggly wiggly giggle glee....

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I’m not a cook and rarely do
But when the weather’s cold,
I sometimes make a pot of soup;
It’s pretty good, I’m told.

A bag of split peas does the trick
With carrots and some dill.
Some hours on the stove and then
Ta-ta to winter’s chill.

It makes a hearty winter lunch
And warms me up inside
When others polish off a bowl
My efforts did provide....

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There are still two more fries
A bite of tomato
I don't think that you'll die
If you polish off those potatoes

One more bite of fish
And you'll clean your plate
C'mon and finish that dish
It's already quite late --

Why leave one measly cookie
You've always loved dessert
At eating sweets you're no rookie
No one's feelings will be hurt

In almost every family, the story's the same
  ~ People play the 'I left it for you' game...

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Some say you’re sweet, you burn my tongue
Cut trim and neat, the color of dung
None can say your outfit is nice
Glazed white candy fake sugar dollop eyes

With vengeance, first I will chomp your head
My way to stop you staring back
Then once I’m satisfied your dead
I polish off your person

What kind of cannibal would bake
A man to gobble for children sake
It seems to be a big mistake
To let you have my plate

Fred Jagenberg – September 28, 2019...

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I don't like all varieties,
Especially the green,
But it's a treat to see them
On the appetizer scene.

My favorites are the Nicoise,
Very small and brownish-black.
I can polish off a bowl of them 
And still keep coming back.

I'm up for trying other types 
And, though I won't throw fits,
My preference is very strong
That they retain their pits.

For I'll reveal a secret
That I've not before admitted -
I can't respect an olive
That has somehow gotten pitted....

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Bye Bye Becca
Rang through my ears in hell
I had to do the dishes now
But couldnt do them well.

The mopping and house cleaning
Looked me in the eye
Becca lift that pen and write
But all i did was cry.

Who will drive the children home
And polish off the car
I used to write, I used to dream
But now im just a fallen star.

Wake up Becca, wake up girl
I shot up with a start
Oh forget these mundane things
And pen with all your heart.

Poem by Farrah Veronica Sinha...

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