Soggy Doritos
I like soggy Doritos, I will not lie,
For in a taco salad, they're the apple of my eye.
I like them fresh out of the bag, as perfect as it seems,
But in a taco salad, the soggy chip is queen.
I slather on the sour cream and hot sauce just to boot,
Sending both my waistline and my blood count through the roof!
I've been known to devour a whole bag in a day,
Till my checking account is empty and I'm walking with a sway.
I love the tangy chip, I surely do,
Either from the bag or in a bowl. With a Mountain Dew.
But by far, the very best of the chip,
Is in a taco salad so soggy you can't dip.
Of course I will eat it, the little boy said.
His grandpa must have been daft in his head.
What do you want on it? He asked the lad
Mayo, mustard, tomatoes, and slather it bad.
What about onions? Do you like them asked Gramps.
Yes, onions and pickles, I ate them during my camps.
Grandpa gave his grandson the biggest hot dog of all time.
They both had one, and returned home as green as a lime.
Feeling corny
By the sea
Stretched out baby
Please look at me
I got on my shades
Do you think I’m hot
This yellow tan baby
It ain’t store bought
Rub in that butter
Slather me up
If you rub deeply
I’m bound to pop
Sun kissed towels
Baby you and me
Both feeling corny
down by the sea.
Mystic Rose’s Choose one image poetry prompt contest.
Image number one.
My inner thoughts are usually hidden
Belonging to no one else; they’re mine alone
Few pry, recognizing my need to remain silent
My wisdom is covert; in my mind’s safety deposit box
I do slather my inner thoughts onto a page sometimes
Holding my breath, wondering about other people’s reactions
In Nutty Dreams, a world so grand,
A sweet escape, a nutty land.
Nuts Galore, a vision bright,
An ocean nutty, cool and light.
I long to plunge, with joyous cheer,
Into its depths, dispelling fear.
A salty splash, a nutty dash,
In this sweet realm, I'll make a dash.
Oh, peanut butter, smooth and gold,
A nutty story to unfold.
A creamy balm, a sweet delight,
To slather, spread, both day and night.
My nutty sphere, a world so dear,
Where every moment, crystal clear.
Cashews gleam, pecans so brown,
Almonds dance, all over town.
A crunchy sound, a nutty bliss,
Walnuts and hazelnuts, a gentle kiss.
In nutty realms, where joy resides,
A vast kingdom, where laughter glides.
This nutty feast, a pure delight,
Where dreams forever take their flight.
A nutty queen, in this sweet space,
My nutty home, a happy place.
So let me dream, this nutty scene,
A paradise, a nutty queen.
In this sweet world, I'll roam with glee,
Nuts galore, eternally.
2015
Winter is a seasonal beauty; with her sparkling twinkling snow
Her frosting turns the landscape into a communal wedding cake.
She instigates thoughts in me I have not had since last winter.
I am inclined to make hot chili with jalapeno peppers.
Something hot to warm me inside while I marvel at the outside.
Fairies enter my mind as I stare into the all-encompassing whiteness.
I want to settle down with a good book and snuggle into my blankets.
But I like my job so another state of mind pushes this one out.
I locate my mittens, boots, scarf, fluffy coat and a face mask.
a face mask helps me avoid pneumonia in winter.
I slather myself with heavy coverings, so I can scrape my car.
the wipers are frozen tightly to the windshield
Watch out for black ice, a warning from the radio station.
As I maneuver my car out of my driveway I stare at winter.
Her beauty is disarming, but I understand her chameleon treachery.
I will be gritting my teeth until I arrive at my destination.
I take a step back and look at my canvas with inches of acrylic paint piled on as a result of trial and error.
Something is off.
Are the tones mismatched?
Why is it unbalanced?
Do I no longer like the subject matter?
I bite at my nails, I bounce my leg, my eyes dart from corner to corner.
Did I do something wrong?
I inhale and fixate on my palette.
Charcoal Gray, Crimson Red, Canary Yellow.
Beautiful, but wrong to me.
My hands open and the colors drop to the floor.
I rummage through the additional shades and pull out the one that is identical to the canvas.
The canvas I haven’t seen in years. The canvas riddled with subjective mistakes. The canvas that endured a lifetime of experimentation.
I untwist the cap, dip the brush directly inside, and slather the canvas.
Though the acrylic grew thicker and the texture of my previous strokes remained,
I was starting new.
one whole turkey breast
3 sticks of butter
5 tablesppons of minced garlic
4 yablespoon of dehydrated onions
6 tablespoons of chopped parsely
6 tablespoons of chopped cilantro
1/4 lime juice
2 tablespoons of lemon zest
5 T of jalopeno peppers
1/2 cup of paresean cheese grated
flatten both sides of the turkey square enough to make it rol
slather the butter herb mixture over entire
area. roll using plastic wrap
refrigerate
using a standard brading mixture
double dip the turkey and fry in olive oil ugolden brown
roll the pastry dough long enough and wide enough to wrap your turkey
we'll need twenty four slices of procuttio , sauteed mushrooms
and sun dreid bell peppers 12 slices, sun dried tomato, crushed, and 3 T of dehydrated onions.
layer with ham, and peppers, sprinkle onions and tomato center the turkey and roll covering the turkey
egg was and design. Bake four 45 minutes or until golden brown.
This will WOW< them!
Her colors are outrageous the grays and tans said.
I loved them myself, so thought they were off in their head.
The other kids loved Auntie’s slather of gorgeous hues too.
For blah beige-type colors we truly wanted to give a loud boo.
Auntie’s house was full of giggles, play, happiness and fun.
We loved everything about her, she had us nieces on the run.
Her décor was no more colorful than she was herself.
She designed every wall, window, pillow, and overhead shelf.
Have all you can eat.
Get it while it's hot
South Korean Dog meat.
With mustard sauce.
Some claim it's sweet.
Others say it's not
Slather on the cheese.
Before they're all gone.
Attempted paint by numbers, but it cheats with letters
that mix in unexplainable hues, distorting, desecrating -
I’m complaining. Not at all lavender in the sky, but peach.
It bobs at eye-level. I try to slather it
with a more acceptable color, then swim underwater.
That color, likewise betrays, lies, cannot sway
me to keep this set of paints nor its decrepit cardboard.
So I have no idea how to paint with instructions - it ain’t
but a distraction, a muse gone wrong - brush doesn’t belong
in my hand. Perhaps I will pull yarn through a loom
and let a flower or such bloom; or poesy a catastrophe…
At the wharf I donned the Wellington boots
Of the fisher deceased, to trace my roots
And see and feel what it was like at sea
For my uncle a fishing devotee.
The clammy boots were three sizes too large.
I kidded myself that I could take charge,
And fill the boots with fishers' gait and guts
Aware the concept was deluded, nuts.
I felt the lure of expectation loom
As the trawler 'Gen' breached to break dawn's gloom
I embraced the hope of a bumper haul
Of keeper fish, not tiddlers, way too small.
I felt the surge of waves tug at the boots,
Like tentacles dragging against the roots
Which held my soles fast on the slimy deck.
The sea incessant for another wreck.
I felt fish guts, innards, blood and gore,
Slather on boots as fish were brought ashore,
And unloaded in bins brimful with ice.
At days end, bootlegging was hard but nice.
P and P
Pumpernickel and a pickle,
My favorite with a slather of mayo lathered on.
Often my friends say,"begone,
We don't like Pumpernickel and a pickle with mayo slathered on"!
I just smile and munch away.
More pumpernickel, pickles, and mayo for me today!
There's nothing better than a steak,
Providing it's spiced with care.
Whether ribeye, filet, or strip,
Just make mine medium rare.
Then you have your feathered friends,
Either turkey, duck or chicken.
You can bake or crispy fry,
The Colonel says it's finger lickin'.
And don't forget about the swine,
Barbequed chops, loins, or ribs.
If you slather it with sauce,
You should always wear your bibs.
So meat me in St. Louis,
If you have some time to kill.
You best believe before you leave,
You're sure to get your fill.
Thanksgiving brought our hearts to gather
Round the table, rich foods to slather
With salt, pepper and gravy
Just like we’re in the navy
Tummies shriek – still we regather
A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
November 15, 2022
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