You cannot weld cake-dough to cast iron, nor a girl to an old man.
North American proverbs
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Cast Iron Arm
Orbison/petty/wilson
1957 johhny peanuts wilson
The other night me and my girl went bowling
The other night me and my girl went bowling
Went to a place called joes thats where everybody goes
When we walked in she turned every face in the place
When we walked in she turned every face in the place
A cool number jumped up and made a play for my girl
I said come on boy
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
Oh when you you mess with me that only rings my alarm
Well the music was a-rockin and the place was a-jumpin with jive
Well the music was a-rockin and the place was a-jumpin with jive
Well the same cool number made the same wrong move
I hit him in the head
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
Oh when you you mess with me that only rings my alarm
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
I said dont mess with me cos I got a cast iron arm
Oh when you you mess with me that only rings my alarm
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Baker Man
Well here comes a dance that will never be banned now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Yeah, stolen from a story called "The Baker's Man" now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
It's impossible too sweet to cross the land????
(Patty cake patty cake)
Put your favorite records on and start the show now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Abra-cadabra look at everyone go now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
Alakazam this dance has got to grow now
(Patty cake patty cake)
Well they tell me that it's optional to use your feet
But now you really don't need them if you keep your beat
Well Arthur Murray's gettin' blurry tryin' to learn that jive
When all the kids from coast to coast are really comin' alive
Well go tell the gang what a time you've had now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
This Friday night we'll start a regular fad now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
We'll do the Baker 'til it drives us mad now
(Patty cake patty cake)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Come on and take a lesson now
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Clap your partner's hands
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Not too hard
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
Now slap her in the face
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man)
What a disgrace
(Choo choo choo choo-do choo choo)
(Patty cake patty cake)
(Patty cake patty cake baker's man
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The Bride-cake
This day, my Julia, thou must make
For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake:
Knead but the dough, and it will be
To paste of almonds turn'd by thee;
Or kiss it thou but once or twice,
And for the bride-cake there'll be spice.
poem by Robert Herrick
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Sister's cake
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,
Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;
Nay, I'll admit it were most fit that, worn by social cares,
She'd crave a change from parlor life to that below the stairs,
And that, eschewing needlework and music, she should take
Herself to the substantial art of manufacturing cake.
At breakfast, then, it would befall that Sister Jane would say:
"Mother, if you have got the things, I'll make some cake to-day!"
Poor mother'd cast a timid glance at father, like as not--
For father hinted sister's cooking cost a frightful lot--
But neither she nor he presumed to signify dissent,
Accepting it for gospel truth that what she wanted went!
No matter what the rest of 'em might chance to have in hand,
The whole machinery of the house came to a sudden stand;
The pots were hustled off the stove, the fire built up anew,
With every damper set just so to heat the oven through;
The kitchen-table was relieved of everything, to make
That ample space which Jane required when she compounded cake.
And, oh! the bustling here and there, the flying to and fro;
The click of forks that whipped the eggs to lather white as snow--
And what a wealth of sugar melted swiftly out of sight--
And butter? Mother said such waste would ruin father, quite!
But Sister Jane preserved a mien no pleading could confound
As she utilized the raisins and the citron by the pound.
Oh, hours of chaos, tumult, heat, vexatious din, and whirl!
Of deep humiliation for the sullen hired-girl;
Of grief for mother, hating to see things wasted so,
And of fortune for that little boy who pined to taste that dough!
It looked so sweet and yellow--sure, to taste it were no sin--
But, oh! how sister scolded if he stuck his finger in!
The chances were as ten to one, before the job was through,
That sister'd think of something else she'd great deal rather do!
So, then, she'd softly steal away, as Arabs in the night,
Leaving the girl and ma to finish up as best they might;
These tactics (artful Sister Jane) enabled her to take
Or shift the credit or the blame of that too-treacherous cake!
And yet, unhappy is the man who has no Sister Jane--
For he who has no sister seems to me to live in vain.
I never had a sister--may be that is why today
I'm wizened and dyspeptic, instead of blithe and gay;
A boy who's only forty should be full of romp and mirth,
But I (because I'm sisterless) am the oldest man on earth!
Had I a little sister--oh, how happy I should be!
I'd never let her cast her eyes on any chap but me;
I'd love her and I'd cherish her for better and for worse--
I'd buy her gowns and bonnets, and sing her praise in verse;
And--yes, what's more and vastly more--I tell you what I'd do:
I'd let her make her wondrous cake, and I would eat it, too!
I have a high opinion of the sisters, as you see--
Another fellow's sister is so very dear to me!
I love to work anear her when she's making over frocks,
When she patches little trousers or darns prosaic socks;
But I draw the line at one thing--yes, I don my hat and take
A three hours' walk when she is moved to try her hand at cake!
poem by Eugene Field
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When i was a little girl
When i was a little girl,
I had a cat called Smokey,
But he got stolen by a next door neighbour,
When i was a little girl,
My friend Emily cut my fringe,
With play dough scissors,
When i was a little girl,
I broke my wrist,
But no-one believed me,
When i was a little girl,
I put too much baby powder on,
And i was as white as snow,
When i was a little girl,
I had a red phone,
And every time the house phone rang,
I copied what my mom said,
When i was a little girl,
I went to town with nana,
Lots of times,
When i was a little girl,
I loved it it,
I had so much fun,
When they weren't bad times,
I wish i was a little girl again,
When i have a little girl,
She will be called Crystal Colleen Rose,
Or Crystal Rose Colleen
Wrote about me :)
poem by StaceyLeigh Olner
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My Summertime Thang
Mmmm
Ooh
Ahhh
Oooh ahh
My summertime thang
Make me feel alright
I feel good every night, yeah
Treat me like a lover would
And it feel so good (Ooh)
My summertime thang (Summertime)
Dancin' on the floor
Don't stop, let's do some more (Ahhh)
We could have a total ball
I'm happy once and 4 all
My summertime thang
Oooh ahhho
I think about U when I'm sleeping
I think about U when I'm at the mall
I think about the summer I first met U (Ooh)
Most of all I think about the time U met me (Oww!)
My summertime thang (Never lets me down)
Never lets met down
Keeps working all year round (Round and round)
This thang is my one desire (and round and round) (Ooh)
It takes me higher
I said it takes me higher, higher, higher
Ohhhh
Summertime
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Summertime
Said make me feel, make me feel, make me feel alright (Ooh)
Yo, what's up M.D.?
Meet me at the mall
There's a cutie workin' there U will not believe
10 minutes?
Naw, 2
Alright, cool
Cool?
Alright, cool
I'll meet U there
Cool
My summertime thang (Doo doo waa)
Make me feel alright (Alright, alright)
Uh, I feel good every night
Higher, higher, higher (Higher)
(Ooh) (Ooh) (Ooh)
Jimmy Jam?
No Jimmy Jam, I...
Naw, no, that...
Naw, I need some fire
I got the fire
Got 2 cook with gas
What about Teflon, man?
What do ya, what do ya feel about that?
No, it's got 2 be cast iron skillet
Cast iron?
2 be cast iron skillet
Cast iron?
(2 many cooks in the kitchen)
What?
(That don't know how 2 cook it right)
Hold it
We already did that, we already did that
Wait a minute now
Naw, I like that
Naw man, we already did that baby
Naw
Find Jerome a girl or somethin' man
Get him outta here
Give Jerome my girl
Make it funky, da da da
Make it funky, da da da (Ooh)
Make it funky, da da da
Make it, make, make it, make it, make, make, make, make (Ooh)
Make it funky, da da da
Make it, make it, make it
Make it funky, da da da
(Ooh) {repeats}
Wawk! Hallelujah! Whoa!
What time is it? {x2}
(Ooh) (Ooh)
'Bout time 2 go (Ooh)
My summertime thang (Ooh)
My summertime thang (Ooh) (Please don't go!) (Ooh) (Ooh)
My summertime thang
song performed by by Prince
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Rags & Old Iron
Norman curtis, oscar brown jr
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
He came right to my alley lord with sorrowful sounds
Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart
Ask him how much hed give me for my broken heart
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay
For a heart that was broken baby when you went away
For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams
And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
For those big empty promises you used to make
For those memories of you that are no longer sweet
I wish he could haul them off down the street
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
When love doesnt last tell me what is it worth
It was once mamas most precious possession on earth
When I asked that old rag man if hed like to buy
He just shook his head and continued to cry
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron rags old iron
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Cheese Cake
I met a babe in a backseat drive-in
Back in the saddle shed sit
Pulled on the reins just to keep me risin
She loved to chomp at the bit
Daddy do it, oh, just do it
Daddy do it, please let me see
Do it, please just do it daddy
Do it, do it, drivin me crazy
She walks away with her eyes
Down on her bootlace
She lives to give it away
She dont believe in the right or the wrong case
Shes always liable to say
Daddy do it, oh, just do it
Daddy do it, please let me see
Do it, please just do it daddy
Do it, do it, drivin me crazy
(cheese cake), looser than her sister
(cheese cake), her sugar gets me high
She knows I cant resist her (cheese cake)
Got my fingers in her pie (cheese cake)
(cheese cake), sneakin out the back door
(cheese cake), rollin down the lawn
Everybody kissed her (cheese cake)
At the crack of dawn (cheese cake)
Daddy do it, oh, just do it
Daddy do it, please let me see
Daddy do it, please just do it daddy
Do it, do it, do it, drivin me crazy
(cheese cake), looser than her sister
(cheese cake), her sugar gets me high
She knows I cant resist her (cheese cake)
Got my fingers in her pie (cheese cake)
Repeat (cheese cake)
song performed by by Aerosmith
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I Like Cake
I like cake
I like sweet things
I like those tastes
That on my taste buds sing
But i don't like biscuits
They are far too dry
And the thought of eating mussels
Makes me really want to cry
But i do like cake
Don't even ask me why
It's not as if i haven't even had to try
All those other things that other people seem to like
For i like cake
And cake is what i like.
poem by David Keig
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On the Breadline
In the baked dough of flour, water and yeast
they were chatting merrily while baking.
The robust baker listens; ' flour said' I was in a big field
and then after the crop they took me to a mill and they grind.
Water laughed and said' I don't know where I have come from? '.
Yeast said 'I was a fungus dear; not only in the bakery
in the brewery too a good demand for us.
I heard that they make bread, cake and so many varieties out of us.
Our price goes high everyday and a poor cannot afford.'
History says; Marie.Antoinette said to the poor
'if you cannot eat bread then why don't you try cake? '
And the following day they invaded the fortress Bastile.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Cake And Eat It
when I was a child
people kept telling me
you can't have your cake
and eat it...
I replied what point
is there to having a cake
if you do not eat it
cake is made to be eaten...
and if the kept cake
is soon not enjoyed eaten
it will be stale turn rotten
be thrown away wasted...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wrought iron is woman.
A raw iron is made to lava by puberty,
Cast to mould by consummation,
And solidified by child birth,
After which it is a wrought iron, the woman
07.05.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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May your friendship not be like a stone: if it breaks you cannot put the pieces together. May it be like iron: when it breaks, you can weld the pieces back together.
Do Re Mi
(earl king)
Do re me fa so la ti
This little creature was a-passing me
He got a whole lot of rhythm when he walks
And I can hear music, baby, when he talks
Do re mi fa so la ti
Forget about the dough and think about me, oh yeah
Do re mi fa so la ti
I wonder who can this creature be?
He aint no picture as I can see
But I dont care he looks so good to me
Do re mi fa so la ti
Forget about the dough and think about me
Do re mi fa so la ti
Id like to love you, yeah, yes sirree
It may sound crazy but its a fact
Hey tell me, baby, baby
How you gonna act?
Do re mi fa so la ti
Forget about the dough and think about me
Oh yeah
Do re mi fa so la ti
Lets get together and make whoopee
A b c d e f g
Cupids shootin arrows straight by me
Do re mi fa so la ti
Forget about the dough and think about me
A b c d e f g
The cats in the cupboard and you cant catch me
A b c d e f g
Forget about the dough and think about me
A b c d e f g
Cupids shootin arrows straight by me
Oh, yes
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Am I The Kind Of Girl Who Could Be Your Boyfriend?
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of jill who could play with jacks
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
The kind of screw that your toolbox lacks
Put on the shoes, come let's go bend the rules
We'll kiss and make up, showing them all
They're straight-laced fools
I'm the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of woman who could be your man
Let's twist it up
Let's fix it up
Let's bend it up
C'mon now
Let's send it on up
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of belle who could be your beau
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
The kind of buck who could spend your dough
Tear up the ticket, who needs that show tonight
Tear up the ticket, i'll be the groom
And honey you'll be the bride in white
I'm the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of girl who could be your man
Let's twist it up
Let's send it up
Let's bend it up
C'mon now
Let's fix it up
La la la la la la la
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of girl who could be your man
Am i the kind of girl who could be your boyfriend
Am i the kind of girl who could be your man
song performed by by Xtc
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Some-Fake-A Baked Cake
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have...
That which I don't.
A peaceless sleep...
Like many who walk 'mean' streets.
No I wont have,
None of that!
Strung out on dope,
Because I can't cope.
No I don't have,
None of that to keep me off track.
Or,
Make an impact.
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have...
That which I don't.
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have...
That which I don't.
Psychotic I'm not...
Like the ones who worry a lot.
Or hooked on smoking pot.
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have,
That which I don't!
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have,
That which I don't!
Even though...
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
And I wont have...
None of that.
Even though...
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
And I wont have...
None of that.
No!
I wont have...
None of that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Between Iron And Silver
Stability with a lustrous shine
A hint of preciousness
Coursing through the stuff of life
Common as folks, rare as star shadows
Forged firmly in the flames of right
Cast into finery, befitting jewels
You are found between iron and silver,
Strong, stable, and beautiful
Inspired by a line in Hannibal, by Thomas Harris: “The most stable elements, Clarice, appear in the middle of the periodic table, roughly between iron and silver. Between iron and silver. That is appropriate for you, I think. “
poem by Robert Hiers
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Who Will Cry For The Little Girl?
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that sleeps
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that weeps
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that will soon be grown
Who will cry for the little
the little girl who can't make it on her own
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl who sits and stands
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl who watches life in her hands
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that gives
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that lives
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that sleeps
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl inside of me
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl who used to be ME! !
poem by Shaneka Taylor
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Our Hired Girl
1 Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
2 An' she can cook best things to eat!
3 She ist puts dough in our pie-pan,
4 An' pours in somepin' 'at's good an' sweet;
5 An' nen she salts it all on top
6 With cinnamon; an' nen she'll stop
7 An' stoop an' slide it, ist as slow,
8 In th' old cook-stove, so's 'twon't slop
9 An' git all spilled; nen bakes it, so
10 It's custard-pie, first thing you know!
11 An' nen she'll say,
12 "Clear out o' my way!
13 They's time fer work, an' time fer play!
14 Take yer dough, an' run, child, run!
15 Er I cain't git no cookin' done!"
16 When our hired girl 'tends like she's mad,
17 An' says folks got to walk the chalk
18 When she's around, er wisht they had!
19 I play out on our porch an' talk
20 To Th' Raggedy Man 'at mows our lawn;
21 An' he says, "Whew!" an' nen leans on
22 His old crook-scythe, and blinks his eyes,
23 An' sniffs all 'round an' says, "I swawn!
24 Ef my old nose don't tell me lies,
25 It 'pears like I smell custard-pies!"
26 An' nen he'll say,
27 "Clear out o' my way!
28 They's time fer work, an' time fer play!
29 Take yer dough, an' run, child, run!
30 Er she cain't git no cookin' done!"
31 Wunst our hired girl, when she
32 Got the supper, an' we all et,
33 An' it wuz night, an' Ma an' me
34 An' Pa went wher' the "Social" met, --
35 An' nen when we come home, an' see
36 A light in the kitchen door, an' we
37 Heerd a maccordeun, Pa says, "Lan'-
38 O'-Gracious! who can her beau be?"
39 An' I marched in, an' 'Lizabuth Ann
40 Wuz parchin' corn fer The Raggedy Man!
41 Better say,
42 "Clear out o' the way!
43 They's time fer work, an' time fer play!
44 Take the hint, an' run, child, run!
45 Er we cain't git no courtin' done!"
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Wait For Your Cake
When your forced to wait,
You get not ony your frosting but your cake.
Now, I hear you saying, “Will you take my bait?
I’m Prince Charming—I’m not waiting for your cake.”
I say, “Tough luck, you schmuck,
Go find another girl who doesn’t give a ________.”
Then you’ll be back to me, begging on your knees.
“Oh, Baby, please, baby please…I now see...”
I say, “Prove it, are you Man enough for me? ”
Written by Christina Sunrise on Jan.14,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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