Short Tart Poems
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You broken my heart
Before we could even start.
You seen my feelings
As objects, pieces of art.
Your choice of words are so tart.
There was a ripe randy old tart
when kissing her John she did fart
that's nothing she said
'cause he wets the bed
Who cares it's all ala carte!
grandma’s favorite recipe
warm tart cherry pie
dessert straight from the oven
ice cream if you please
A slice of cheese too
Marvelous
Dish
She declined to eat a pop tart
Because all that fruit makes her fart
Yet tends to favour
Raspberry flavour
For rhapsodies straight from the heart
pull my velvet
strings
and I'll sing
crushing lines
of our
cherry filled
lives
Tanya Harrington
Septolet the Puppet Contest
9-23-2012
This man that comes from Larts
He made some extraordinary tarts
Customers ate then in haste
Not a piece went to waste
Secretly seasoned with garlic and cheddar farts
pigeon tart pecked at a red M&M
her head feathers became a fiery blend
the poets were shocked and confused
while scratching the head of their muse
What happens if she pecks a green M&M
fruits, both sweet and sour are dear
fruit tart is the dish
of my all- time favorite.
a baked pastry crust
topped with fresh ripe fruits
makes mouth drool.
yum!
In the corner,
there's a young girl
convinced by movies and magazines,
that she is far from pretty
In another corner,
a lonely boy
One that notices her stunning beauty,
the kind that the stupid masses fail to see
The white and pink strawberry filled cake
Is served with red velvet cupcakes
In the social gathering
When the bride and groom share
An immense joy with
Their relatives
And friends as
Tart is
Sliced
3-11-2016
Lemon meringue pie makes me salivate from here to Alaska
I love her color, her texture, her sweet, her sugar, her sour.
Her flaky crust, her tart lemon, her well -formed meringue
My mouth is dripping saliva as loudly as a dog’s when I think of her.
Ever so tasty!
It’s just an illusion
that softly stirs sadness within my broken heart’s
confusion.
I have been tricked.
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
and pricked.
Voodoo
casts magic darts -
you.
It’s just an illusion,
I'm seduced by the Queen of Tarts -
you.
Should Start to Roar
Like a great lion should start to roar
Even though you sin more and more
And people you don't want to detract
But call attention to this very fact.
It seems so difficult to do it all alone
Give God a call on your telephone
Here is a message I want to send
Thanks for being n the other end?.
Jim Horn
Simply delightful
Just like trifle
Sticky Toffee
Or even banoffee
New York baked
Yummy carrot cake
But you can't beat the sugary taste
That sticks to your lips and clings to your waist,
Of the lushness of strawberry tart
Tingling your tongue and melting your heart
Crumbling of pastry, licking of cream
Juicy bite of strawberry, heavenly dream
23 Oct 2015
I don't see the funny part
Of calling a woman Tart:
What you now plan to restart
And just burn a happy heart
Words of mischief stacked in cart
Had never won Purple Heart
The loosed tongue may around dart
But don't fail to smell like fart
I foresee some tomorrow
Face of repentance borrow;
The hacked heart still in sorrow:
Tina's: tears fill a barrow.
Family function on the Easter holiday.
Relatives arrive right on time.
Uplifting hugs and brief catching up.
Instantly sit around the table and say grace.
There is nothing better than the scent of food.
Time for dessert: a fresh fruit tart.
A pastry with smooth mascarpone cream filling.
Recipe: rich, slightly tart, and sweet fruit topping.
The star of our Easter dinner.
A basket full of apples,
an assortment of flavor.
Wide plethora to pick from,
maybe that is the problem.
This is far too much to ask,
a basket full of apples.
By nature not gluttonous,
decisions hard decisions.
Tart, candied, a bit of both.
Which bite will truly fill me?
A basket full of apples,
I only want to eat one.
Scent rolling off of the peel,
the spicy feel of autumn.
Cinnamon hot is my sweet,
a basket full of apples.
A bakery box was waiting
When my key unlocked the door.
Today’s the day of Valentines –
I knew what it was for.
I slit it open, took a look
And broke into a grin,
For something that I truly love
Was nestled there within.
It was a heart-shaped cookie,
Filled with berry jam inside.
For you who know me oh so well
Knew just what to provide.
I will indulge tonight and eat
This lovely Linzer tart,
A perfect symbol of the reason
That you stole my heart.
Lovely lemony filling such a tasty treat
Easy to make, and so delicious to eat
My recipe is so easy, I confess that I cheat
One pastry case bought in the high street
Now everyone will know about my deceit!
Two eggs, sugar, and heavy cream is best
Add juice of two lemons and lots of the zest
Rapidly whisk, but do not splash your chest!
Then bake tart in the oven, it’ll thrill any guest