Food Poems (148)

On the trees like a joicy red plum
Mouth watering suculant
Perfect red skin
Full of jouce

Bitter seeds
You grow strong
Taking the energy fron the sun
I water you grow so strong

Time to harvest pick the best
Make you into a soup or a salad
Best of all my sauce tomatoe katchup

Onto the sandy beach
With salt in hand
To find small holes in the sand pouring in some salt out pops a sprout
That's for the pot

Onto the rocks we climb
A few musles we will find
Walking long the beach a few clams to find
Off to the market

A large lobster or crab for the pot
Into the woods insearch of more food a few button mushrooms chanterels
Mmm a coliflower mushroom oh what a find there lying in the ground

We take a shoot gun a few birds for the pot a nice bird stew a few sand fire greens wild spinach leaves and for afters some from the trees to make a nice sweet compot

He watched her eyes as they sparkled in anticipation, he slowly brought it to her mouth, touched it to her lips and traced their full luscious outline.

Her eyes grew dreamy as she opened her mouth and he gently slid it into her warm waiting mouth.

He watched as she sucked slowly and her eyes closed in extasy as she swollowed the thick creamy liquid.
she groaned and her tongue darted out to lick her lips to get the rest he had left there when he began.

She sighed and opened her eyes, smiled a wicked smile and waited as he reached for another creamy chocolate in the box to begin again.

Warm, soft, creamy body draped perfectly over the kitchen table,
dreamy eyes looking softly into his, two soft gentle hands holding the
glass bowl in place on top of her chest, warm melted ribbons of chocolate
poured into the bowl now glistened in a pool waiting.

He dipped his paintbrush into the chocolate and decided her full lips
needed to be decorated first, she moaned and tasted the sweet treat dripping from her lips into her mouth, when her lips where covered in a thick layer he placed the brush back in the bowl, and looking deep into her eyes he leaned in and licked her lips slowly making sure to get every drop, she shivered at the look in his eyes when he leaned back and picked up his brush.

she could not wait to see what he painted next.

Black velvet taste
Like iron
Frothy on top
Pure white topping

Creamy to taste
Iron girders wihin
Ice cold the best
For taste
Ice drew opun the lips
Ice cold to the touch

Black velvet
Is etched on ones lips

Mushroom soup

Mushroom soup, to my delight,
Was a delicious bowl made just right.
A friend prepaired that very day.
Could taste its savory ingredients, in a mystical
Magical way.
Flour, im sure, a bit of salt & sugar to taste.
A creamy milk substance, wow!!! This shroom soup
Is amazingly great.
It really awakened, my palate.
Not to mention my senses, were alive!
In a strange hallucinated state,
Did my spoon, by itself, just take a dive?
Mind shattering, altering thoughts,
As I clinged on to my bowl.
Not realizing my visual perception,
Seemed a wee...ok totally off.
Laughing uncontrollably, great conversation, good food
And drink.
Enjoying every morsel, as my suspicious mind kicked in
As I finished my last spoon,
My friend smiled & said with glee.
Shall we have, another round?
Then I replied anxiously,
With a smirk on my face, I said
"Most definetly"

Fluffy round bread of versatility. A favorte in diet minded distruction. Add bacon,cheese or what ever you please just follow the instruction. Easy method: pancake mix, milk nothing more. Hard method: flower,milk,lard,salt...way to much of a chore...need I say more. Now that all is done let the baking begin. Eat one or two any more will be a gut bomb to you. Dont forget to bake extra too.Great wepons of obliteration : bake a few min. more,let cool then throw. Garenteed to cause pain or shatter your target.

Get out the skillet
add some fat to it
let it get spitting hot
add the bacon watch it sizzle

Now a couple of eggs
and a tomato or two
butter the bread
pile in the food

Nice tasty sarnies
for the hungry man
see the grease drip
down his chin as he eats

Replete now he can sleep
a repose sweet and deep

The isle of mystique
The irrigate lands
Harmonieum bond
Black decidant rocks

With fields open wide green megalith
Fields ploughed unobrasive field
Restored to full harmony
Festuon
Tassel with culterd bounds
Fuliacerous to no taste oderious to the soul
No man can coquerour
Oblivous to taste

The pimpernel arose one morning
with scratches lathed depth within the back

from left to write
an anger

seethed with all that's black

to drag the rug to muddied waters
with no rhyme or sodden reason

I say
stand up you bastard

for you
have committed treason

within this court
of foolish wigs

so standing with the worst of pigs

honk and snort as you do

for I shall slice you
through and through

for wayward words that cut and grovel like lice

hidden you cringe

face one
like me

I'll take you down
through paragraghs of life


bidding you
with no bow in place

adiue sweet one

I rest my case.