A Favorite food dish or one you despise Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
Curry stew crowded with shrimp
Dipped in oyster sauce
Flavorful, steamy, spicy
Garlic and onions
Tomatoes and cloves
Hearty dish
Spooned
People love at first sight
Friends love me for my first dish
With my shrimp spring onion roll
This consists of medium-sized shrimps
Bacon, beans, ham, egg, cilantro, basil
And lastly it must be onion
Mix and wrap in a Shanghai roll
Deep fry till look brown and taken easy
Serve a bowl right away freely on the table
People are heartless when it's favorite
The dish is taken easy with a smile
Only gone swiftly not more than just few minutes.
sweeping ocean floors
deleterious debris ~
sea monkeys sway
#OH MY GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!
"I'VE BEEN WILD CAUGHT!"
Who would have thought???
Something soooooooooooooo savory, utterly most delicious and immensely tasty could be sooooooooooo
A M A Z I N G :-). Enough to transcribe and describe this INCREDIBLE, SUBJECTIVE "ELECTIVE" {SMILE} brought to you by
-TASTE BUDS FROM THIS POETESS!
Allow me to address...
If today were my last day on earth and I was absolutely certain {intuitively} it were...
I would request for Breakfast, can you please heat me up some pizza from the day before, it has PINEAPPLE, FRESH BASIL AND SHRIMP ON IT!...OH YES! AND...
THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
Lunch: SAME, THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
DINNER: SAME, THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
AFTERLIFE: FIRST DAY...
SAME, THANK YOU DEAR CREATOR, AND
*ALWAYS*...MUCH OBLIGE :-)
NEXT DAY: BREAKFAST...HEAVEN MADE WAFFLE AND OUT OF THIS WORLD MAPLE SYRUP..."PLEASE! KINDLY!" :-)
AFTER THAT, ANY GIVEN TIME...
HINT*....IT'S ON "RE-SET***" {S M I L E}
©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 2023#
Hymie Frankel sat in a restaurant
in the courtyard of a mall
Hymie was aware for sure
that the fare wasn’t kosher at all
The Rabbi of Hymie’s synagogue
just happened to walk past
When he noticed where Hymie was
he let out an awful gasp
Hymie, friend, what’s eating you
You know you mustn’t dine here
‘Now don’t you fret, Rabbi Cohen
There’s nothing whatsoever to fear’
‘You’ve seen me order, have you not?’
‘Yes, I have, but what’s that got—’
‘And you’ve seen me eat the shrimp they brought?’
‘Yes, I have. That’s why I’m so hot—’
‘Then, good! You’ll surely agree with the court’s decision
~ I’m dining under strict Rabbinic supervision!’
The new resident's name is Pam
She's brown and her webbed feet slam
The bowl we live in shakes from her
Kicks to swim, I stray from lure
She is blind, she cannot see
Due to that, she cannot feed
She grew hungry, more and more
Until her will against me tore
She kicked toward me,
Smiling happy
I jumped to escape
The misery she'd make
I jumped, she's swim up
Until my luck
Ran short
I left the fort
The world outside is so dry
That is what is can disguise
I try to just back in
But I get father than I've been
Hopefully someone will see me
Before I simply die
But after a while, I am not me
The world is just too dry
What we have together is complicated.
It very well may be toxic.
But I am glad it happened.
I ask if you love me.
The physical representation of thirst.
You curve my appetite in so many ways.
I am full in knowing that you complete me.
Such a sensual smell.
My mouth burnt by the hot.
My taste buds go insane each time you are near.
Watering at the mouth.
I've eaten too much but know you fulfill my every need.
I often picture a life together with you.
Seasonal aroma, stirred and mixed.
Following your lead.
We grow older.
At times you upset my stomach.
I regret the decision of going to find you.
But this is the same reason I am drawn towards you.
Licking the corners on my mouth.
You fill what hunger I have and I love it.
Because I love you.
We may have our spats but that's anyone that confuses misunderstanding.
I am sincere in the way I am reminded.
Yet selfish in the way I am spoiled.
I love you because you always commit with purpose.
One spoon at a time.
To wake up and have you here with me.
I wouldn't trade anything for it.
To wake up and have you beside me,
To wake up and ask is that Shrimp Fried Rice on your breath
I love shrimp
Oh how I love shrimp
Whether it be breaded
And deep fried
Or steamed
With melted butter
On the side
I love shrimp
Peel 'em and eat 'em,
All you want.
To yo table straight from da Gulf.
Cooked wit corn and taters
an' sausage dat's smoked.
Buy 'em today while we're stoked.
Paw Paw caught 'em in his lil shrimpboat.
Maw Maw cooked 'em in dat big 'o black pot
outside on da fire dat was so hot.
Tante Rose made some sauce
wit mynaise 'n ketsup.
Den she added da hot sauce to spice it all up.
So y'all come and get you some.
Dey big and dey fat.
Paw Paw's Shrimp Shed is where it's at!
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: May 15, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
biscuit pizza joy
shrimp and scallop alfredo
cream soda delight
a smile on my face,
coconut shrimp on the plate,
pure satisfaction!
On a drive thru Mandeville one fall,
My Dad stopped at a roadside stall.
He bought red shrimp in bags of
paper,
The aroma was the scent of shrimp
and pepper.
Baked so well, there was no need to
shell,
Popped one into my mouth, my Jaw
fell.
Fire in the hole I yelled, as my sis
snickered,
She bit into hers with gusto, she was
not bothered.
My Mom,prepared, handed me a
bottle of milk,
Took two sips to quench the flame
from peppers ilk.
As bad as it burnt, that shrimp was
so tasty,
Bit into another again and again milk
now less hasty.
An acquired taste this was, this
explosion,
Of seasoned pepper and shrimp so
delightful,
Before I knew it I had munched
through my bag all full.
Tears in my eyes, pepper had my
tongue wrapped,
Reached for my sis's bag, only to
have knuckles rapped.
Now with none to munch, it truly set
in my colon,
Fire below was my scream, looking
forlorn.
Lactose intolerant, milk and pepper
shrimp?
Relief stop in the bush, rectum in full
crimp.
Pontiak
As I stepped inside the building
A simple smell left me content
I spoke my wishes to a lady
And away with her I sent
I could hear a gentle sizzling
My stomach growled and arms went limp
A buttery garlic smelled appeared
And so I saw the Endless Shrimp
There were only five choices
But five choices are all I need
From the sweet and spicy wood grilled
To the linguini I shall feed
On to the second platter
I shall become a blimp
For there are no limits
To the Endless Shrimp
How do you think they do it?
What makes it so good?
By the time I had my third fill
I began to feel some pain
My stomach stretched just like a balloon
And so here ends the reign
Over fifty of them consumed
And to the car I’d limp
And never would I forget
Tonight’s Endless Shrimp
Ariel in the water always takes a dip,
and she hangs around lobsters as well as shrimp.
Her dad is the king,
and he enjoys it alot when she does a song sing.
Friends of different species of Ariel do vary,
and a glad heart she does carry.
Ariel is a true friend,
and will be until her life does end.
Delicious tender shrimp
Brushed with olive oil
Flavored in three cheeses sauce
A touch of garlic
Rossini Pasta
Parsely
Shrimp!
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