Rainbow antler dragon had a tale that was wagg’n
He was joyful and colorful, an enthusiastic dragon
His antlers were throwbacks to Neanderthal days
No one mentioned it, for it was not a dragon’s ways
He decorated the antlers, to try to camouflage them
It made them even more prominent said his Uncle Jim
He had a light touch, and could make a soufflé that would melt.
He dressed in Scottish clothing, was especially fond of a kilt.
Rainbow antler dragon stayed single his entire life
Not that many women dragons did not want to be his wife
But he had other things in mind, he was fulfilled in every way you see
He had hobbies galore, and he read every morning until three.
Categories:
soufflé, animal,
Form: Rhyme
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.
Categories:
soufflé, giving, happiness, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
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!
Categories:
soufflé, fun, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
soufflé, humor,
Form: Limerick
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Categories:
soufflé, allegory, suicide,
Form: Lyric
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
Categories:
soufflé, fun,
Form: Limerick
Exposure & Hiddenness
Surely writing may endanger:
Creations make life a bit stranger,
Poetry comes from the Greek,
"To Make" and thus To Seek,
Is Part & Parcel of Making,
Disparate becomes one in Baking,
Words discover Ideas from Chaos,
Which once divulged ascend a Dais,
Where there's a means, sharing the Discovery,
Am I awfully alone in witnessing a Delivery?
The only one in the world,
To see your newborn unfurled?
A little while ago, I was in lonely storage,
Now suddenly, besieged by conviction courage!
Broadcasting the heretofore unknown,
Can tear asunder in violent gust blown,
It's Warhol 15 Minutes of Fame,
That can distort my humble Name,
Why is there a systematic flaw in sharing?
In that I may lose an aspect of caring!
Honor is an enormous if unintended risk,
Ego soufflé corrodes the self bisque,
An unsuspected, foolishly lost, treasure,
Uninstinctual, unmatched in measure,
Is Keeping the Lid securely, safely On,
Preserving my Inner Self Hidden!
Categories:
soufflé, art, creation, education, growing
Form: Rhyme
She was a bookworm of the most finicky kind
reading every day with a book always in reach
at the thrifty store the books were all consigned
she rebuffed discriminately with slow impeach
and rebuked all books that weren't a food find
She ravaged books about cakes & pate de foie gras
buttered tarts, angel hair, and little canape things
books about how to bake fish and how to fry bass
like a true galloping gourmet she would bring
the recipes home, then make them sing...
When winter came she'd sit like a chow hound
and copy recipes into her little red book
feeling lucky for the precious books she found
Pillaging the remnants with eyes sharp as a rook
she made the kitchen her haven, and fair ground
Her recipe for lava chocolate soufflé had charm
and her English toffee lollies were never fickle
she bought her eggs fresh from the dairy farm
and when she made cucumber and gin popsicles,
you could lick to hearts content they do no harm .
March 12, 2019
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Categories:
soufflé, food,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
soufflé, sweet,
Form: Limerick
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
Categories:
soufflé, confusion, food, political, society,
Form: Limerick
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
Categories:
soufflé, fun,
Form: Limerick
Cats eat cat food every day,
dreaming of a mouse soufflé.
Black green eyes that slink and prowl;
through the house cats hiss and yowl;
leap upon the high mantle,
calling out their quick prattle.
When they gouge out their small fleas,
they act like insane banshees;
licking their paws after meals;
no one knows just how cats feel.
Sitting on important things;
that's where cats will take their flings.
Then to armchairs, soft and deep;
crouching down, they fall asleep.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
soufflé, cute love, endurance, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Oh my god, you’re about to arrive,
You’re my sexy and hot and unique,
You’re every small reason that I get up each day,
You’re the sexiest part of my week,
And you’re about to be here, holding my all,
I’m going to hug you as much as I can,
Hold you and squeeze you and do all to please you,
And talk about when we began,
Our once a week tryst, our escape on a date,
Our rendezvous like a sexy soufflé,
How at the end of the week, you’re my sexy and sweet,
Twenty four hour Friday.
Entered into Silent Ones "Friday" contest 23rd Feb 2018, 5th place
Categories:
soufflé, funny, love,
Form: Personification
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
Categories:
soufflé, desire,
Form: Limerick
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
Categories:
soufflé, humorous,
Form: Limerick
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