Willy Wee Walldorf warbled wonderfully
We watched Willy’s whacky warbling, willingly
Waketa Wobblemaster wiggled wondrously
While weird Wormy Wishman watched wistfully.
Love in Yellow
I love bananas.
I wish we had some bananas.
I love to write the word bananas.
I think about bananas,
and… sometimes.
I go a little bananas.
I have a banana bed, which is bright yellow.
I have house shoes that fit the shape.
My friends laugh sometimes,
and think I am simply a “fruit”.
When I go to parties…
I am always easy to find…
Bright, happy and yellow!
Yet, I know somewhere…
out there…,
there is a split for me…
A place that will accept my quirks,
as they are not.
How glorious the day,
the apple comes my way,
the speckled strawberry?
the blue fruit to make a cake?
that recognizes, true love.
They will be the focus of my eye,
the taste to my buds,
and the jewel in my Waldorf salad.
I will strive to make them ever aware,
of just how important they are,
exactly as they are…
to me…
England's staid Queen Victoria
Yearned for NYC's Waldorf Astoria
Victoria's secret? She was no prude
Greeted room service completely nude
the gods are crying they tell you from the clouds
the thunder of sins created to flood your house
if only you closed your window from the voices
do not ring my door bell it is a decoy for the like of you
the teal duck singing a song of blue and green
the algae in a pond to not strike me to your will
the frog swim the lily pads and kiss the lotus
to catch a fly as the carp sashay the water
come ice you will survive the winter of a shovel
the ark really must be a mad man collecting
a zoo in his apartment and floating a mini boat
in a huge aquarium to see the sun rise
but an apple really to be tempted as golden
as you rather like your mustard of a salad
and not call Waldorf the acorn of squirrels on a subway station
could go on and on but stop me I am eve
the virgin and saint Mary of fish mongrels
want to smell my pussy
How brave are our fire brigades?
As they battle bushfires each day,
Yes, it's summer in Victoria,
Not exactly the Waldorf Astoria,
For all the fire brigades,
Our respect they've totally gained,
Laying their lives on the line,
When the weather's too hot and fine,
Burn, Victoria, burn,
El Nino's torrid urn.
Our noble defenders, each day,
Real heroes in the news, I say,
As they battle bushfires today,
How brave are our fire brigades?
For breakfast British have a bowl of shreddy
And at lunch like beer hearty and heady
Had salad of Waldorf while out wondering
About lightening with all the thundering.
How about pudding liked in Yorkshire
You wanted to have will taking a tour
Then with big brain that had expanded
In South Hampton we will have landing.
Essex entered and met a fine friend
And return there again we do intend
Should have seen his great Selfy
Looked like Big Ben Franklin in Philadelfy.
Wo wo wo along with another ho ho ho
And also what about a way we all go
To become again somewhat British
Unless in Israel where you are Yiddish.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
From the Eastern Spain region of Catalonia,
he was born in 1900 in Barcelona.
His family would later emigrate to Cuba.
He performed with the Teatro Nacional Orchestra.
Sailing to New York aboard the SS Havana,
Xavier achieved great fame in America.
He and his band opened the Waldorf-Astoria.
Nineteen-forty brought his greatest hit “Perfidia”.
Some later recordings popularized the conga,
along with other styles such as mambo and cha-cha.
Xavier Cugat maintained great popularity,
until he passed and left this world in 1990.
Among the greatest of the twentieth century,
Cugat left to later musicians a legacy.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Today I planted my tomatoes.
Last week, bought them at store.
I love tomato, grapefruit, French
On avocado; Popi grew those in
His yard. I've grown radishes,
Great in tossed salad. Fruits,
Galore is a bowl full of hoots.
Fruit in Jello grows nails strong.
I could eat salad all week long.
Lettuce, eggs, green onions, too.
Carrot salad, brocolli made sweet.
Waldorf, ambrosia, all are a treat.
Italian, Ranch. Mix Blue Cheese
And Thousand Island. Coleslaw
Dressing on cabbage is also good.
Make salad everyday, yes I would.
Apple crumb and angel food cakes
Butterscotch banana shakes
Chili, Chinese, cheese, and chips
Doughnuts, deviled eggs and dips
Éclairs, English fish and chips
Fudge, fondue, fritters and French crepes
Guacamole, gumdrops, frosted grapes.
Hash browns, hot dogs, ham and honeyed scones
Italian food and ices, ice cream cones
Jelly rolls and jelly beans
Kish kabobs and Krispy kremes
Lemon pies, lasagna, luau barbecue
Mexican, mac and cheese, and spicy meatballs too
Nachos, noodles, nutty things
Oatmeal cookies, onion rings
Pizza, popcorn, party spreads
Quickie burgers and quick breads
Rum raisin ice cream, roasted meats
Spaghetti, shepherd’s pie, and sweets
Tacos, tuna, teriyaki,
Upside down cake. Are you hungry?
Veggie soups (though some are awful)
Waldorf salad, won tons, waffles
X-tra servings, Xmas treats
Yogurts sprinkled, yams baked sweet
Zucchini’s all that’s left to eat!
(for the new Anything Goes contest)
WALDORF CHILD THAT’s ME
Waldorf child that's me
imagination run free
on a playground swing
A sunny blue sky
flying as high as can be
A red birdie sings
dream, dream, dare to dream
factories of passion made
process not product
and the earth below
the roots of your feat growing
nothing you can't overcome
-By Susan Mills
Baby bakers with smoked trout
apple pig blankets
Parma ham goats cheese parcels
with falafel bites
Waldorf salad dip
And a Bucks
Fizz!
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