Wooden Spoon Poems - Poems about Wooden Spoon

... I have one memory of my father Who was not my dad There was a father, he left. There was no dad. There were men who tried to be. There were men who could’ve tried to be. There were, ......

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...Sometimes she would laugh. Sometimes she would cry. her worries she would never complicate into my life. but when worries complicated ......

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...When the world seems chaotic and I don't know how much more I can take I find a quiet place to think and decide on what to make Creating something new and adding only the magic that I can give m......

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... It's a soup that's made to order never from a store A little bouillon treat that's filled with herbs galore Not the kind you get from packets, no not that kind ! with itty bitty chicken b......

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...You are the stuff my culinary dreams are made of. Unending shapes and sizes. From skinny linguini to the rounded orecchiette and squiggly fusilli. As my tongue tastes morsels of your sau......

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...wooden spoon worn smooth calloused hands’ enduring tool sleeps in a drawer......

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...Wooden spoon -old fashioned handcrafted discipline tool......

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...I can feel the heat raging inside me and sweat purging out of my flesh, it is a sudden sensation that comes upon me that leaves me grasping for breath. The sun has just risen casting rays of hope upo......

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...Vanilla rolls off the tongue, silky like sheets, soft and smooth, sophisticated, satisfying, sweet. Vanilla poured into a bowl - the waft to the nose, a high from the extract. Sensational ......

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...No not the kind you get from a packet oh no not that kind this one has little bits of chicken in it, with onions you can find I start with chicken base and add fresh grated garlic to it turmuric......

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... When it's soup season on Poetry Soup Ingredients are in large selection Creamy chicken soup is yummy for both body and soul it is simple to fix Step one: ......

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...A sweet aroma is coming from the kitchen, but I don’t know what is actually cooking but the sweet spicy scent perfume the atmosphere sending up a dust storm in the air, and the wind comes with a bang......

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...Here’s the story of a witch, good instead of bad. No matter that she’s ugly as a troll. She loves children and their innocence. Protecting children, therefore, is her goal. Unable to bear child......

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...I went out for a nanty narking time Wearing my best gas pipes and tie Hanging with whooperups at the pub Lally-gagging with girls going by I met the jammiest bit of jam, I did She was bang up ......

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...When I was just a very young boy About six or maybe seven years old I tortured my teacher in the classroom By never doing what I was told. They didn’t have any classification At the time to pu......

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