Tasty confection,
Chocolate, caramel, nuts,
Delectable reflection,
Love those tasty guts.
It must Snicker,
While my taste buds flicker.
Tasty bug ambles
across the parched, sandy dune.
Oh rapture! I fly!
my lower left arm from the elbow on down
looks like a chicken leg, I fancy toasting it brown
imagining it moist, I bet it would be tasty.
Put down that hatchet says my husband; don’t be so hasty!
fresh grapes plucked from vine
mastered into a fine wine
swiveled in a glass
Come on, you have to admit
It's juicy and tantalizing
Tasty and delightfully delicious
Rich in flavourful vitamin
Uniquely filled with sunshine
Solely for the joy of biting into it
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With half closed eyes and mind tending to flee,
Safe on the shore and seeking mundane ease,
Looking everywhere, scarce getting to see,
Today’s man hopes to enjoy still high seas.
In safety of shallow waters he swims,
Still, choicest of real pearls wishes to catch,
Mid-sea adventures whirling in his dreams,
He lacks the will to wait till oysters hatch.
Life’s not so simple like mobile's touch screen--
One click and pops up all the pre-set view,
A set scene gets re-relayed from within,
And yet, here too one must choose from menu.
Let sweat bids shed by thee be nigh salty,
The fruits of labour always feel tasty.
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Sonnet | 09.12.2017 | adventure, fruits, labour/work, life, reflections
tasty roast beef cooked in crockpot for six hours
beside carrots and potatoes with vegetable powers
slathered with Heinz 57, the aroma is pure heaven
I devour many potatoes, at least six or seven
Full as a mosquito, I must have a long nap
This meal is so grand, it deserves a place on a map.
Nigerian most famous dish,
parties’ preferred meal.
Toothsome and eye-appealing,
cooked in rich red sauce—
spicy and tasty.
Delicious!
Yes.
apples
reddish yellow
falling tumbling rolling
freshly baking tasty sweetest
lovely
I've oft been offered but not tempted by
large helpings of pie in the sky
from too many crooks
who indeed the broth did spoil
and so as not to be sullied
by such greasy oil
I stay out of their kitchen
not because I can't stand the heat
but what's on their menu
ain't my cup of meat
apple or cherry by the slice
with a tasty pastry crust
is not a must but very nice
my absolute fave fit for a King
with taters on top of thee I sing
made with lamb
not beef that's cottage
and personal wish
as the name does imply
is a dainty dish
of homemade shepherd's pie
Tasty morsels may swim by
I’ll just duck down and check it out
Instead, a big fish I do spy
Tasty morsels.
Although this looks like a brown trout
Or maybe it is a walleye
They’re far to big I have no doubt.
I’ll take a breath and then retry
If nothing’s there, I’ll go without
I hope I find with my keen eye
Tasty morsels
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I munched on some brownies with cheer
But soon things became unclear
The world spun around
I fell to the ground
And laughter reduced me to tears
A fisherman said as he cast his reel,
"I have a delicious dish",
to a fish.
who said,
"A fly is a tasty meal
for a trout,
no doubt,
but for bass or eel, it's not ideal.
Furthermore, this is no fly.
Goodbye.
A hot sweltering sticky humid evening
Heat clings and hangs in the stagnant air
Almost too hot and stifling to bear
Floods of silver wet ovaline beads
Perspire and exude from every opened pore
Trickle and slide in small ravines
Skin soaked and shines and glistens
Under subdued ambient lamp light
Darker varied shades and tones
Paint and cast shadowy patches
Upon contours crevices and folds
The night when chocolate and vanilla
Eclipse-like lovers' lips
Melt and merge into one
Deliciously delectable
Honey sweet tasty and succulent
And perpetually morish
Licking the bowl clean
The dawn breaks
The last remnants of last night's cloak of darkness
Clears and teardrop-sticky dew evaporates
Dried by the stretching rays
Of a warming newly birthed morn
The hen stretches her wings
And clucks
The cockerel croaks
As the stifling heat has now gone
And morn cools down.
Have you ever had a Christmas Tea?
I used to say, "It's not for me"
'Til recently, I tried it, see
Turns out it's the best I've had
See, I never liked hot drinks at all
I much prefer cold, in the fall
I order iced, in sizes tall
But this one isn't bad
It smells like citrus in the house
While the radio plays Strauss
Nothing's moving, not a mouse
Eyes open, just a tad
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