Choo choo!
Yum cha—woo!
dishes glide
on choo-train
the chicken
feet enthrall
claws aloft
footsie soft
sauce clings
joy sings
rich stew
nibbled slow
skin slips
happy lips
bones bare
more there!
Choo choo!
Yum cha—woo!
Heat them too much,
frankfurts busted.
Pass the mustard.
Add black olives.
Pizza with cheese.
Aioli please.
For a quick lunch,
make quite a lot.
Keep burgers hot.
Home or away.
Forget the rest.
Mum does it best.
Under the numb of the yum yum tree
Under the glum of my plumbless eye
Between the branches of life and death
Under the limbs of a plumbless sky
Under the broken branches of hope
Under the branch makers watchful eye
Between the gasp of first and last breath
Under my numbness, I pray to die
Under beguile of my maiden fair
Under a smile, thought I knew so well
Between eaves of trees, she bleeds, deceives
Under plumbless eye, she seeds my hell
Under the glow of a plumbless moon
Under my glum that I keep inside
Between numb dead eyes, a lead-filled prize
Under glum plumbless, I open wide
Come to my lips, elixir!
Your divine broth,
clear and pure,
humble and exotic,
simple yet complex.
Your hint of lemongrass,
a sprig of cilantro,
a handful of shrimp.
"Mild?" "Yes, rather mild,
I'm just not that brave."
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Some bites are sour
Most have a bit of sweet
The crust can be flaky and flavorful
Or it can be a part of the sugar taste
Each bite is a bit of a surprise
Warmed up cherry pie, what could be better?
Add an ice-cold dollop of vanilla iced cream to mine.
My daddy eats his with a sliver of cheddar cheese on top.
Sweetie the bear followed the honey smells for a mile.
When he reached it, he gave everyone a growl and a smile.
When they saw his large teeth they backed away from the barrel.
He headed toward the honeycomb, straight as an arrow.
The bees were not happy, so they tried to sting.
But his fur and skin are so thick, it was not a thing.
He squatted down and stuck in his giant paw.
The rest of us were gone now, it is all I saw.
the butterfly said
to the fly why you fly smell
eat dung/manure
the fly told him this
butterfly because the foods
aroma essence
yum-same as nectar
provides me like your flower
pleasures substance sweet
sweet nectar from the
flower butterfly sucks up
transplants spits transfers
cleansing fly lands on
the fly lite on manure
stinky dung yum-yum
7/19/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
The way you do missionary..
I am a huge fan of you guys..
You you are very good in bed..
Yab Yum bum diggy diggy bum..
Believe me you are the real deal..
You guys are amazing & hardcore..
What great taste you have americans..
Note.Long Live America.
Laboratory meat; it is tasty and clean!
No thank you, I say, but not to sound mean.
It tastes like beef.
I think good grief!
Take a bite…..I admit, I am not keen.
In truth, my heart does lie
Are you my girl or an angel in disguise?
You once were both
But now you’re just a friend with a pretty smile
Crushing me at the speed of light
Begging, the meaning of suffering
Excuses fighting for the suffering truth
I felt the laughter in your heart
The warmth of your smile
The future in your eyes
The fairness of your hair
The yum of your skin
Believing in
Masterful words
Beautiful, Fabulous, Dazzling Delights
Beaming up for rewarding rights
Clearly creative
Honest and True
Encouraging uplifting
Yummy You
Eggs rolls with plum sauce is a glorious treat
Breakfast, lunch or dinner, they can't be beat
Gobble 'em down
World renowned
Ain't nobody prefers 'em more than this parakeet
Picnic - A Didactic Cinquain
Picnic
Stoned, impromptu
Parading, hotdog, lunching
It put hunger at rest
Piece of cake
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
I ate roaches for breakfast. Chocolate covered.
He studies my eyes, hoping for a reaction, or a bit of squeamishness.
I say yum yum and lick my lips.
They were not quite cooked, he informs me.
They kept running away from the plate.
The two with their legs out.
I smile and nod encouragingly.
Sounds great! I say.
I washed them down with ketchup milk, he says.
YUMMY! I yelp emphatically.
His story is coming a bit more slowly now.
I ate stuffed spiders for dessert. They were tasty!
They sound delicious, I allow.
But how did you get their mouths open to stuff them?
I did not stuff them THERE, he says, hoping my eyes will widen.
I cannot stop laughing and neither can he.
During the depression if you got an orange in your sock
You could feel blessed and lucky, and it felt like Christmas.
Orange tea and orange cake delight me in all kind of ways but
Marmalade I eat every morning on toast is the sweetest orange of all.
Smeared on my toast, I smile at the bits and pieces of peeling
I know are going to wake up my taste buds and say “hello”.
Orange marmalade jam. Nothing like it. Nothing close to it.
No other taste comes close although
jalapeno peppers give me a perk too.
When all else fails, and we are out of marmalade I
might break down and have mandarin oranges
But they do no justice to a sweet juicy recently peeled orange.
My taste buds are going crazy as I type this.
I will have to stop at the store now.
Bringing home marmalade, oranges, and orange cake mix. Yum. Yum.
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