Doesn't taste good? Fry the thing In hot oil If it still tastes bad Add some cheese And set it to broil.
On cookery shows: Burgers and pizza Steak and meat Endless amounts of oil they eat. I drool at them Stuck to my seat And then go back To my rice and wheat.
This poem was written because my sister felt that I never write anything 'happy-happy'. She said that all my thoughts are twisted and dark. In order to prove to her that I can write something which is happy she gave me three words: Flowers, ice cream, honey. And I was to write a poem using these … Continue reading Ice-cream
About that walk I took And my pretty new book About that thing I heard And how I hate curd About the fears I brave And the food I crave About midnight and sunsets And my yearning for pets About friends and foes And painting my toes About the night so black And all that I lack … Continue reading There is so much to say
Hippity-hop I run to the shop To buy a loaf of bread. So I can spread some butter And add in some sugar And make Mamma some breakfast in bed.