Short Pretzels Poems
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The upper crust
folks do not trust
they bite into the lower
Beer and pretzels just five bucks
chew on life much slower
Champagne and almas caviar taste
On a domestic beer and pretzel budget
Fortunately we have each other
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A dance of fire
and a Rootbeer
smile,
chewing french fries,
watching skin dry.
Hot dog buns show us
the true murderers.
salted pretzels
the sinners.
Hear the vendors at the game
driving loyal fans insane
“Peanuts, popcorn, pretzels” they shout
With my friends and me, they all strike out
Peppy steaming cider
Prepare with Brach’s red hots
Potent with cinnamon
Pleasing with warm pretzels
Popular with popcorn
Premier holiday treat
Pass me a big mugful!
She thought her new job would be stressful
hearing third shift would be dreadful
at first she was slow
bending the dough
twisting all night to make perfect pretzels.
9-27-17
She sat on her butt for a year
Eating cookies, pretzels and beer
Now looked at the scale
And started to wail
God, look at the size of my rear
for Carolyn's contest
Sadly, a true story
Chocolate covered pretzels
Chocolate toffee
Chocolate covered cherries
Chocolate almonds
Chocolate truffles
Chocolate
Mmmm!
*Note: Inspired by Laura's Sweet Treat Contest...
Miami Dolphins jersey on
laying on the couch
Tortilla chips
salsa and guacamole dip
nachos
hot wings
bag of pretzels and marshmallows
one litre of Sprite
and buckets of popcorn
on the coffee table
ready for the game
wishing we taste the gift
of Super Bowl victory
someday again in my lifetime
Oktoberfest
Pretzel and beer
Wisconsin’s finest celebration
Bringing all Germans into town
To raise their frothy glasses to each other
The prettiest girls wear the sweet dresses
With suspenders and colors of their ancestors
Salt on the pretzels as large as dinner plates
Mugs large enough to sit in
Octoberfest in Wisconsin
I made the strangest, weirdest, most inedible collage
Out of sticks and pretzels and things from Uncle Petey’s garage
I glued on nails, screws, feathers, ribbons and fur.
The fur made a noise, much louder than a grrrrrrrrrr
It was still attached to an animal who now had my head
In a vice, between his teeth, there was a bear claw. I am dead.
Cucumbers, celery and stem-vine tomatoes
were hobnobbing with my Russett potatoes.
Pears and plums and one Georgian peach
winked at the Wisk and Snuggled the bleach.
Pretzels and popcorn and the Tostitos chips
ogled in awe as Meyer's bacon strips stripped!
Mr. Clean and Mrs. Dash espied a risqued art -
when double-clipped coupons tainted the cart!
mom always put a snail snack into my lunchbox
made of apples, peanut butter, and celery.
The best parts were the eyes; they were chocolate chips.
She never put in more than two.
A snail only has two eyes, right?
I ate the antennas too; they were made of pretzels.
Always licked off the peanut butter,
Diligently threw away the apple and celery.
i can't see my destination through the snow,
but i push on towards the horizon, because i know
that it's there
and i know i will reach it.
every finish is a starting line.
i keep that in mind
as i mind my addictions.
i have a prescription for anxiety i call 'stress less'.
i'm supposed to take it every morning,
but sometimes i forget.
If you’re bored or nervous
Do what most of us embrace.
Head out to the kitchen
And proceed to stuff your face.
Popcorn, pretzels, nachos -
Even chocolate has its place –
Fill a bowl or grab the bag,
Sit down and stuff your face.
Though you may feel guilty,
You’re not lone in your disgrace.
It’s a universal vice –
The stuffing of one’s face.
I'm the best snacker there ever
was
My hands fit chip bags like my
hands fit my gloves
I've got Chex Mix, Cheese-It's,
Pork-Rinds, Cheetos
Pretzels, Gardettos, dip and
Doritos
I shovel it in morning, noon,
and night
I don't stop to breath, oh what
a sight
If you need snacking done,
remember what they say
Go grab that girl who can really
pack it away!
‘Up The Mountains’
‘Down The Shore’
Street Vernacular
Philly Pure
Cheesesteak Heaven
‘Wit Or Witout’
South Street Pretzels
Twist And Shout
Frankie And Bobby
Fabian’s Luck
Chubby singing
The Hucklebuck
Jerry Blavat
Dick Clark’s Dawn
Comcast Center
City Throngs
Dovel’s Stomping
Hall And Oats
Bell Of Freedom
— Philly Note
(Freedom’s Birthplace: June, 2026)
There is a bakery on Federal Street.
What they produce there is certainly a treat.
You can smell those pretzels baking inside.
The pleasant aroma permeates far and wide.
They are a deep brown color with specks of salt.
The taste would make anyone hungry want to halt.
So if you happen to be around South Philadelphia way,
be sure to pick up some of their soft pretzels today.
Should we forget about freedoms.?? And accept some
Pre-doms? Like a pre-bunking' so childlike and clunking.'
Breaking structure much nomen-less clutter..' A nonsense of
Pre-sense..' showing credentials quite useless.' Artificial
Utopia advertizing a visionary myopia.' Its peonies and
Pretzels to supplement 'word salad' utensils.?? With Kids flying
Killer drones..' we must emerge from this twilight zone.!
Such a lazy man
All he does, is sit around,
Doesn't do his job
Godmother does all the work,
He sits around and complains
About kids wanting wishes.
Runs from the kitchen
The commercials are over
Sits on the sofa
Nachos, pretzels, beer, he has
He's looking for the remote
Time to watch the football game.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.5/2006
Hehe My muse is back baby. YEAH!
I know a seagull named freckle head Sam,
he plays on the beach in the hot sand.
Likes Wildwood and Cape May too,
because there's always something to do.
Eats curly fries right from your hand,
that dirty seagulll freckle head Sam.
Pretzels, popcorn, and ice cream too,
he eats everything you know it's true.
So beware if your out on the beach,
keep your food out of reach.
For freckle head Sam is always close by,
ready to swoop down from the sky.
JSergi
When Harry arrived at Chapel Street bar,
Service had already started--
So he found him a seat and lit a cigar
For all things dearly departed.
A loud juke choir was moaning of loss
In chords of a loser's emotion.
The bartender/priest was mixing a cross
Of blends with the proper devotion.
He heard their confessions, took offerings priced
And served up communion with cheer;
And the body and blood of the tavern Christ
Were taken in pretzels and beer.
Comet, the oldest reindeer, wanted Santa to like him the best.
He pouted and was sad because of this need to top deer be.
Santa took him on a walk and they spied a robin’s nest.
That mother robin loves them all equally, do you see?
Comet was not able to understand, for an idea was in his head.
That no one would miss him if he dropped down dead.
Santa threw him a party, and all the reindeer gave a cheer.
Comet felt happier as he devoured hot pretzels and root beer.
Pink and white sugar coated candies
Decorate the candy bar glass jars
Macarons, cake pops and cupcakes
Sweeten the most exigent palladar
Trays of white chocolate coated pretzels
Almond cookies, lemon filled donuts,
Marshamallows and belgium chocolates
Indulge the taste buds with sapidity
From weddings, sweet sixteen party
Baby shower and birthdays, candy bars
Embellish table with a multicolor display
The attraction of the festive celebration
February 16, 2017
My best friend Mary Jane is coming to my lair,
I have to get ready, I need to prepare.
French onion dip with chips will be a necessity.
Popcorn, peanut butter, ice cream and pizza definitely.
Coke, sprite, Oreo's, with a giant bag of pretzels,
Hershey’s, Cheetos, can’t forget about the Skittles.
I will breathe her in just as I did before.
Hilarity will disembark, I’m sure.
We will roar with laughter until our stomachs are sore,
Eat then pass out on my living room floor.