"soap soup tureen"
oops it's
a washing
machine
Categories:
tureen, color,
Form: Free verse
The bashful soup tureen stayed silent
Watching the impolite eaters slurp their soup
Their mouths were on the rim of their bowls
They were slurping in the most annoying ways
Aren’t you going to say something? The cat asked.
Soup tureen wanted to, but was fearful,
Afraid her input would be shunned,
And she might be disrespected if she spoke.
Not yet, she said to the curious cat.
Why don’t you say something?
I am afraid of humans, the cat replied.
I let them give me kibble and that is it.
Categories:
tureen, feelings,
Form: Personification
There is a mouse in the soup tureen
The cutest thing I've ever seen
Swimming about, relaxed, serene
I'll empty it out. Would that be mean?
Categories:
tureen, animal, fun, humorous, joy,
Form: Rhyme
IRENE ^~^ zzzzzzz...
Now my friend has a pussy called Irene
She is regal
She writes poetry
She is known as the Queen
Each day she eats salmon from a golden tureen
But one day last spring
A fat rat wandered in
Falling asleep on her golden tureen
And to her surprise whilst eating rat thighs
Irene found them deliciously lean
low fat ~ if you know what I mean...
No more salmon or caviar she's addicted to rat
But not Ratatouille for that is too chewy
Irene now eats a dish known as Rat-a-tat-tat
slowly cooked by my friend in a purple chef's hat...
12th February 2020
Ode to Irene ^~^ a most unusual cat...
Contest Strand Select N
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Categories:
tureen, cat, celebration, celebrity,
Form: Rhyme
Next week we are promised cooler weather, and
Guess what, it brings to mind “Soup”
It's Fall - Let's Have Soup!
"Soup" is a many splendored word.
The very sound of it strikes a chord.
There are soup cooks,
Soup books
Soup bowls
Soup for the souls,
Soups in alphabets, from boneless chuck,
Birds' nest, turtle, hen and duck
Never alike and never a bore
Soup kitchens beckon with smells through the door.
Soup for the rich and
Soup for the poor
Soups of all people find
Their own soup du jour
Soup conjures comfort and memories of peace
Whether from an antique tureen
Or tin cup on a wagon's release.
Tomato from LaMadelines in a big city mall,
A gourmet starter in a fancy-dressed hall.
A microwave cup from a grocery store shelf,
Catchup and hot water - just suit yourself.
But there's another side of soup, you know,
There's a soup of mixed people,
And a pea soup fog,
The streets get soupy when
Rain and snow fall
You may say slush, but this is my poem,
Night y'all.
Categories:
tureen, autumn, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted green,
The cats cadge a serve of protein,
As I eat my sandwich of turkey.
Surrounding my chair so smirky,
Their longing looks soon seen,
I throw meat from the tureen,
On an impulse quite quirky!
Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted green,
The cats cadge a serve of protein,
As I eat my sandwich of turkey.
Satisfied purrs rise over jerky,
Pleased with what they glean
The kitties lick the plate clean;
Then sleep noon till eve murky.
Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted green,
The cats cadge a serve of protein,
As I eat my sandwich of turkey.
Written for Christmas Pets sponsored by Dear Heart
28/12/2018
(This was a real incident, after Christmas, eating left-overs)
Categories:
tureen, cat, christmas, pets,
Form: Verse
SOUP RAP
You can pass me the biscuits, get a chicken from the coup
An give me a bowl of poetry soup
Since I schmoozed wid da muse an I started to write
It’s sure given me a real big appetite
Cos until last year I ain't never writ a poem
From my brain to my fingers didn't know which way I’m goin
But I now got da buzz, verses poppin hip hoppin
I'll keep on 'til they tell me it's time to be stoppin
We got poems that are sad we got poems that are glad
We got poems that say 'why you treatin me so bad!'
We got poems that are tough we got poems that are gentle
Poems so sentimental that they drive me nearly mental
Poems written in a purple haze alcoholic
Poems written in a field - pastoral and bucolic
See I'm learnin to be lit'rate usin good words not obscene
Words like pastoral an' bucolic whatever they mean
So gimme dat soup from the big tureen
Diip my pen in the saurus if you know what I mean
When the words are plated I’ll be re-stim-u-lated
And my verses contemplated be appre-ci-ated
So put your hands in the air all you poetry soupers
Get it on, solid gone, you da troupers souper douper
Categories:
tureen, humor,
Form: Rhyme
NAME DROPPER
One day I had lunch with the Queen
We ate fresh garden peas round and green
One of mine rolled toward her
Sent back in short order
“No thanks, One don’t know where it’s been”
On that day I dined with the Queen
We had soup from a large tureen
In my nervous state
I knocked over her plate
Now I eat looking on Tower Green
I once asked my friend Francis Crick
With the double helix your shtick
Does your DNA
Ever get in the way
He said Geoffrey, don’t be such a pr**k
I asked Einstein what had his brain creaking
He said when your velocity’s peaking
If you near speed of light
It’s possible you might
Meet yourself coming back, relatively speaking
When it comes to name dropping, my lord!
You can’t go much higher than Gawd
Though I have to say
We don’t speak every day
He calls me when He’s feeling bored
Categories:
tureen, humor,
Form: Limerick