Short Soufflé Poems
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Who's new at the CIA?
It's t-rump's mad clone Mike Pompeii
Oh - how we do cry
We're in a wok stir fry
While they claim it's a tasty soufflé
Tom flew down to Turkey to play
But found at the end of the day
Putin had to gobble
So there was a squabble
Hence the Marmite-Putin soufflé
Today was an absolutely fantastic day
So now I guess you know why I say
Life is full of zest
That's why I'm blessed
Can't get enough of life's yummy soufflé
How come each morning when we greet the day
The gunk in our eyes makes us say, “what the hey!”
What good is this stuff
Enough is enough
Sometimes nature is a pain in the soufflé
Closing in on my eighty-second birthday
Still cookin' with gas, keeping the nasties at bay
Still feed myself
Body's still svelte
Can't stop the girlies from caressing my soufflé
Is there anything more fun than a roll in the hay
I think not, fair maiden, more than eating a soufflé
Nothing's more appealing
Than looking at the ceiling
C'mon sweetie, have I ever lead you astray
Is there anything more exciting than a roll in the hay
I think not, fair maiden, more than eating a soufflé
Nothing's more appealing
Than looking at the ceiling
C'mon sweetie, have I ever lead you astray
Saw a sign in a fast food stall in our local mall
“Tables are for eating customers only” I was really appalled
Kinda barbaric I'd say
But tasty in a soufflé
Perhaps rephrasing would save one life however small
Saw a sign in a fast food stall in our local mall
“Tables are for eating customers only” I was really appalled
Kinda barbaric I'd say
But tasty in a soufflé
Perhaps rephrasing it would save lives no matter how small
TOO MANY BUTTONS TO PUSH
There's too many buttons to push each day
But there's one in particular, like a donkey I bray
I scream out yee haw
Sometimes get lockjaw
I'm totally scrambled like an egg soufflé
© Jack Ellison 2015
(Inspired by The Wulfman)
Le Petit Bistrot
I write about
is not in Montpellier.
It's somewhere else
in southern France
and tries hard to marvel me.
It's tightly jammed
in horseless street,
for who would bring the horses?
They're on the menu,
or I'll be damned.
Yes - dish at number four.
And look, for sweet
is Bon Soufflé.
I think I'll ask for more.
9/28/2015
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men,
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.
The Queen’s seamstresses they tried to sew,
The footman with glue he had a go,
Even the gardener tried, with horse poo!
The wizard attempted, with something taboo.
In the end, it was over; the Priest had to pray
And Henri the chef made them all a soufflé!
To make a light and pillowy kindness soufflé, you need:
two cups of generosity
a tablespoon of compassion
a teaspoon of melted tenderness
and a packet of goodness
Combine the generosity, compassion, and tenderness
and mix until it has an even consistency.
Whisk the goodness and pour it into the mixture.
Cook until golden brown.
Once it has cooled, serve it charitably.
There's plenty for everyone.
To make a light and pillowy kindness soufflé,
you need: two cups of generosity
a tablespoon of compassion
a teaspoon of melted tenderness
and a packet of goodness
Combine the generosity,
compassion, and tenderness.
Mix until it has an even consistency.
Whisk the goodness and pour it into the mixture.
Cook until golden brown.
Once it has cooled down, serve it charitably.
There is plenty for everyone.