Know, cabbages, that there is spinach in the stew.
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Test My Appetite
Some prefer and choose perfection,
To convey ideals...
Promoted to instill.
With a showing of a knowledge...
In a hope that this appeals.
And then there are those,
Who have chosen to be real.
Grounded and solid of sound minds.
To find they are critiqued...
By those of the pretentious kind.
'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'
~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!
In these times,
I will nourish first...
Before rehearsing any refinement,
I've learned from the past.
But today does not work.~
'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'
~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!
Go ahead!
Test my appetite!
I dare you.
Leave that stew.
And I'll show you what can be done with it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ballad[e] Of Imitation
If they hint, O Musician, the piece that you played
Is nought but a copy of Chopin or Spohr;
That the ballad you sing is but merely 'conveyed'
From the stock of the Arnes and the Purcells of yore;
That there's nothing, in short, in the words or the score
That is not as out-worn as the 'Wandering Jew,'
Make answer-Beethoven could scarcely do more-
That the man who plants cabbages imitates, too!
If they tell you, Sir Artist, your light and your shade
Are simply 'adapted' from other men's lore;
That-plainly to speak of a 'spade' as a 'spade'-
You've 'stolen' your grouping from three or from four;
That (however the writer the truth may deplore),
'Twas Gainsborough painted your 'Little Boy Blue';
Smile only serenely-though cut to the core-
For the man who plants cabbages imitates, too!
And you too, my Poet, be never dismayed
If they whisper your Epic-'Sir Eperon d'Or'-
Is nothing but Tennyson thinly arrayed
In a tissue that's taken from Morris's store;
That no one, in fact, but a child could ignore
That you 'lift' or 'accommodate' all that you do;
Take heart-though your Pegasus' withers be sore-
For the man who plants cabbages imitates, too!
POSTSCRIPTUM-And you, whom we all so adore,
Dear Critics, whose verdicts are always so new!-
One word in your ear. There were Critics before . . .
And the man who plants cabbages imitates, too!
poem by Henry Austin Dobson
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Me-Stew
I have nothing to put in my stew, you see,
Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea,
So I'll just climb in the pot to see
If I can make a stew out of me.
I'll put in some pepper and salt and I'll sit
In the bubbling water--I won't scream a bit.
I'll sing while I simmer, I'll smile while I'm stewing,
I'll taste myself often to see how I'm doing.
I'll stir me around with this big wooden spoon
And serve myself up at a quarter to noon.
So bring out your stew bowls,
You gobblers and snackers.
Farewell--and I hope you enjoy me with crackers!
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Beef Steak
i know you have decided to take the
code of the vegetarian
in the party
the host is warned to serve
veggies, not to disappoint you
the important one
the celeries, the lettuce
apples and peaches
pineapples and papayas
spinach and cabbages
your taste of the leaves
and the pulp
and some fresh juices
your body has become
frail less the bulk
of the muscle and the
meat
somehow, you glitter
and glow like a
traffic light when
you see me alone
with my fitting blue jeans
and my bulging
spare parts
you like it
i give the signal
i am blank
you can fill me up
with an answer
true, yes, go,
take me
i am your beefcake
i taste like your
irresistable beef steak
take me tonight
i am obliging in love
eat me
take me to the warmest
part of
your throat
i am your man
i keep your secret
on some expensive
equivalents, you know.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Brent River Bride
Flow proudly fair river,
For one who fell under
Your spell was the liver
Doc, Gershon - asunder
Found all his plans, muddled
By nymphs of the water -
He greatly befuddled
Then married the daughter
Of Count Joe of Wandle
Far south of the city
And went on to fondle
Her milk flowing titty.
I send this wet letter
To Brentische planners;
Such amour is better
Than yekkishe manners.
LRH
6.5.06 In reply to GWH's Bride of Brent of 6.5.06
Bride of Brent
Unlike Lucia from far Lammermoor,
fair Linda, hailing from far Chaumonix,
excels when she’s preparing salmon or
deep-frying spuds and spinach that aren’t gammony.
She tried to keep the frog which wooing went
outside the net she guarded as a goalie
till she became the Bride of River Brent
and played the role of Princess Rowley-Powley.
The frog, he always used to say “Heigh-ho, '
because he knew that he could never find a
more lovely princess once she’d kissed him so
he was more charmed than Chaumonix by Linda.
Inspired by Linda, who married me at the Brent Bridge Hotel in August 1996, and by “A frog he would a-wooing go”: [Old folk song].
A Frog he would a-wooing go,
Heigho! says Rowley,
Whether his mother would let him or no.
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
So off he set with his opera hat,
Heigho! says Rowley,
And on the way he met with a Rat.
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
'Now pray, Mr. Rat, won't you come with me, '
Heigho! says Rowley,
'Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see? '
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
And when they came to Mousey's hall,
Heigho! says Rowley,
They gave a knock and they gave a call.
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
'Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within? '
Heigho! says Rowley,
'Yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin.'
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
'Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer? '
Heigho! says Rowley,
'For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer.'
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
'Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song? '
Heigho! says Rowley,
'But let it be something that's not very long.'
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
'Indeed, Mrs. Mouse, ' replied the frog,
Heigho! says Rowley,
'A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog.'
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
'Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog, ' Mousey said,
Heigho! says Rowley,
'I'll sing you a song that I have just made.'
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
But while they were all a merry-making,
Heigho! says Rowley,
A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
The cat she seized the rat by the crown;
Heigho! says Rowley,
And the kittens pulled the little mouse down.
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright,
Heigho! says Rowley,
He put on his hat, and he wished them goodnight.
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
But as Mr. Frog was crossing the brook,
Heigho! says Rowley,
A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
So there was an end of one, two, and three,
Heigho! says Rowley,
The rat, the mouse, and little froggee!
With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
© 2006 Gershon Hepner 6/5/06
poem by Linda Hepner
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If a man looks upon your wife pluck out his eye and cook it in a goodly stew. If he eats the stew his manhood will wither and fall off in the next moon.
We couldn’t find spinach anywhere
We couldn’t find spinach anywhere,
not at the Fruit and Veg
or other green grocers
or even at chain stores
like Pick-a-Pay, Checkers,
Shoprite and Woolworths.
“It must be out of season, ”
I told my darling
who had returned the green beans
and so we didn’t have
any green vegetables
and joking I told her
that we will get scurvy.
Passing a traffic light
in the inner city
she saw a hawker
selling vegetables
with packets and packets of spinach.
She told me to stop
and I parked next
to the road
across from him,
but before I could get out
of the car
he was already there
with a selection
of vegetables
at great prices.
That night my darling
prepared her special dish
with chicken, spinach
and feta cheese
fried in a great sauce
and served it with a bottle
of St. Anna wine
and my thoughts went to
the little smiling hawker
who made our day.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mike On The Mic
I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
If you don't know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to
Keepin' my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
It's a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Chameleon Stew
Well, it's leaping lizards
And chicken gizzards
In my left over stew
Oh my, what am i to do? ? ?
The chicken gizzard's are tough
The chewing is rough!
The chameleon's have again changed hue
Oh, what am i, to do, with this left over stew? ? ?
poem by Theodora Onken
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Im Popeye The Sailor Man
Im popeye the sailor man. Im popeye the sailor man.
Im strong to the finich, cause I eats me spinach.
Im popeye the sailor man.
Im one tough gazookus, which hates all palookas.
Wot aint on the up and square.
I biffs em and buffs em and always out roughs em
But none of em gets nowhere.
If anyone dares to risk my fisk, its boff an its wham unerstan?
So keep good be-hav-or, thats your one life saver
With popeye the sailor man.
Im popeye the sailor man, Im popeye the sailor man.
Im strong to the finich, cause I eats me spinach.
Im popeye the sailor man.
song performed by by Face To Face
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Good Life
real life
still life do
good life
real life
an art dealer's stew
good life
a shut up life
keep the breath
skin tight
good life
paint life
portrait hanging loose
good life
tune life
a melody
to choose
good life
food life
keep the stew up boil
good life
feel life
wrapped in arty's foil
good life
real life
still life do
good life
real life
an art of dealer's stew
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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You In The Stew
In my “Stew” my “Stew of Goo” I will have control over you.
Yes, I will control you with my evil spell, I will control this doll with named
Mel.
I will say things that are not NICE, because you see I took your Power
and I control the Dice!
Everything is “neat” in this “Game of Deceit”
This Game where I control everything.
Yes, I took your power that you willfully gave to me,
that was Deal, don’t you see? ? ?
Don’t tell me you want your Power in tack,
You chose me as your mother! !
So I can talk behind your back! !
Now, now, you say “Why would I do that? ”
Because you had to find
yourself and get back on track…
See how would you ever know who you really are,
Why, you think you came into this world “Complete” like Sarah Star? ? ?
You needed my “Evil” ways to make you strong,
Sooo someday
You can thank ME when I am long gone…
Now, now you realize it wasn’t about ME,
why it was all about
YOU,
yes you finding You—
“YOU in the Stew”
Written 2006 & 2010 By Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Never eat spinach just before going on the air.
quote by Dan Rather
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I Have Seen
I have seen many birds, but the peacock is different.I have seen many snake, but the bead-like snake is the most beautiful! it has a robe of velvet.There species spinach but the red spinach is the most fresh.I have met many girls but the lady i saw FUNMILOLA i affirmed that there is no end to God creative mysteries! her beauty come's in different forms, her beauty is unique, she's lovely and fresh, she walks elegantly in beauty, her eyes are angelic, her thight are honey! brain and beauty! tall slim with a crown of rich hair, silver white teeth, when i sing of your beauty don't plug your ears, my music is dance-able.The butterfly cannot but the flowers, you own the house i want to live in, you own the door tha i am knocking at, open the door and let me in.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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An Epicure
Should you preserve white mice in honey
Don't use imported ones from China,
For though they cost you less in money
You'll find the Japanese ones finer.
But if Chinese, stuff them with spice,
Which certainly improves their savour,
And though the Canton mice are nice,
The Pekinese have finer flavour.
If you should pickle bracken shoots
The way the wily Japanese do,
Be sure to pluck then young - what suits
Our Eastern taste may fail to please you.
And as for nettles, cook them well;
To eat them raw may give you skin-itch;
But if you boil them for a spell
They taste almost as good as spinach.
So Reader, if you chance to be
Of Oriental food a lover,
And care to share a meal with me,
I'll add the addled eggs of plover;
And gaily I will welcome you
To lunch within an arbour sunny,
On nettle broth and bracken stew.
And nice white mice, conserved in honey.
poem by Robert William Service
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Sue In The Stew
In my "Stew" my "Stew of Goo" I will have control over you.
Yes, I will control you with my evil spell,
I will control this doll with named Mel.
I will say things that are not NICE,
you see I took your Power and I control the Dice!
Everything is "neat" in this "Game of Deceit"
This Game where I control everything.
Yes, I took your power that you willfully gave to me,
that was Deal, don't you see? ? ?
Don't tell me you want your Power intact,
You chose me as your mother! !
So I can talk behind your back! !
Now, now, you say "Why would I do that? "
You had to find yourself and get back on track...
See how would you ever know who you really are.
"Why, you think you came into this world complete like Sarah Star? ? ? "
You needed my "Evil" ways to make you strong,
you can thank ME when I am long gone...
Now, now you realize it wasn't about ME,
why it was all about YOU,
Yes you finding You—"YOU in the Stew"
Written By Suzae Chevalier in 2006 & 2010
poem by Christina Sunrise
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One man's poison Ivy is another man's spinach.
quote by George Ade
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Like the gardener's dog, that neither eats cabbages himself, nor lets anybody else.
I don't like spinach, and I'm glad I don't, because if I liked it I'd eat it, and I just hate it.
quote by Clarence Darrow
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