Potato chip, I love you up,
my darling little buttercup.
A cup! A Reese’s chocolate one
with peanut butter. Oh, what fun!
What fun is time with nacho chips;
delightful cheese to tease my lips.
My lips around a hamburger,
with onion rings my heart to stir.
Stir the chili in the pot.
Add Tabasco; cook it hot.
Hot, that snack I love so well,
is buttered popcorn that I smell.
Smell the pasta fantasy-
sauce and parmesan for me.
Me and cheesecake, cherries atop.
Once I start, I cannot stop.
Stop for ice cream; what I wish-
a sundae sitting in a dish.
Dish me up some southern fried
with mashed potatoes on the side.
A side of bacon, crispy fat.
I see nothing wrong in that!
That’s a spicy hot tamale.
Enchiladas make me jolly.
Jolly Christmas; candies sweet,
turkey, ham; so much to eat.
Eat a pizza. It’s the best.
Now I’ve gotta take a rest.
Categories:
side of bacon, food,
Form: Couplet
simple way of life
fresh morning milk scrambled eggs
and side of bacon
Categories:
side of bacon, farm,
Form: Haiku
A Poets Dozen Fried stirred put in the Oven
Breakfast Lunch Dinner Dessert they Love it
Your own private Diner a blended Fatata
Served with coffee chocolate makes it hotter
Its your cup of Tea brewing the pot screams
With a bit of Raw Honey melted a throat eased
Butter Bread A Puerto Rican Dream
Melts in your mouth the simple things please
Now if you would like eggs over easy
The yolk in the center would run dreaming
With a side of bacon maybe a piece of ham
To dip in the center would be a grand slam
How about some scrabbled eggs with Cheese
Or a lovely danish hard boiled preferably
Have you ever had punch made with grape juice
Eggs whipped with sugar enhancing a favorite fruit
Maybe a poached egg perhaps an omelette instead
Stuffed with a filling ingredients run to your head
French Toast pancakes hashbrowns at last
This Diner is cooking take a plate don't pass
To swallow it down orange juice take a glass
Your ready to pump iron enough protein you've had
See you next time it was a pleasure to entertain
This diner now closed hope you enjoyed your unconventional first date
12/28/2015
Categories:
side of bacon, food, imagination, poetry,
Form: Couplet
( ORDER UP )
Its time for breakfast, time to move my legs.
So I look in the frig, and pull out some eggs.
Scrambled or poached, whats for the taken.
Have it with toast, with a side of bacon.
Snack time is rolling in, lets take a looksie.
Maybe have a brownie, or a chocolate chip cookie.
My tummy is a growling, its saying toot toot.
Lets invade the kitchen table, and eat lots of fruit.
Its lunch time again, and my hunger is a kickin.
Time to hit KFC up, and eat a bucket of chicken.
Maybe even Mcdonalds, Wendy`s or the king.
Pizza Hut sounds good, to end my hunger sting.
Supper is in making, slap the face and shake.
Lets go out to the grill, and throw on a steak.
With a baked potato, to add to my balad.
Then finish it off with a ice tea, and a side of salad.
Categories:
side of bacon, food,
Form: Rhyme
Potato chip, I love you up,
my darling little buttercup.
A cup! A Reese’s chocolate one
with peanut butter. Oh, what fun!
What fun is time with nacho chips;
delightful cheese to tease my lips.
My lips around a hamburger,
with onion rings my heart to stir.
Stir the chili in the pot.
Add Tabasco; cook it hot.
Hot, that snack I love so well,
is buttered popcorn that I smell.
Smell the pasta fantasy-
sauce and parmesan for me.
Me and cheesecake, cherries atop.
Once I start, I cannot stop.
Stop for ice cream; what I wish-
a sundae sitting in a dish.
Dish me up some southern fried
with mashed potatoes on the side.
A side of bacon, crispy fat.
I see nothing wrong in that!
That’s a spicy hot tamale.
Enchiladas make me jolly.
Jolly Christmas; candies sweet,
turkey, ham; so much to eat.
Eat a pizza. It’s the best.
Now I’ve gotta take a rest.
(An oldie of mine where I tried to make each new couplet start with the word at the end of previous couplet)
For Juliet Ligon's 'Most Original' Poetry Contest
Categories:
side of bacon, food, i love you,
Form: Couplet
I wish I could write like Dr. Seuss
And tell you a tale about a moose.
One who had steadfastly held on to convictions,
And about the environment made dire predictions.
Or perhaps my moose would fly in the air,
To save the birds who flew with him there.
Because he is a friend on which you can count,
To forgive a debt the entire amount.
To give you a lift when your spirits are low,
Without a moose friend you might not ever know.
That moose antlers make good rakes for leaves,
And he can talk when he’s down on his knees.
But don’t serve him eggs with a side of bacon,
Their color chartreuse because that story is taken.
And keep him away from the Taloola trees,
As the dust from their flowers will make him sneeze.
And one good sneeze could set you back,
And put you in the path of a south going Zak.
Then all you could do is tip your hat,
But there on your head another one sat.
I wish I could think the thinks that Dr. Seuss thought,
Think up the rhymes and the words that he taught.
Then all of the world would love my moose,
Like I love the world of Dr. Seuss.
Categories:
side of bacon, funny, world, friend, love,
Form: Light Verse