Bunfight At The Okay Cafe
Go to a café,
With your mum,
Order a latte,
Or a cream bun.
Thumb twiddle bore,
Just cake and tea,
Kids’ restless snore,
No fun for you or me.
So empty your teacup,
Fill up our tums,
Arm yourself with ketchup,
Then go for your buns!
‘Cos this is no tearoom,
Aim your sugar-coated fingers,
We’re in a wild west saloon,
And we’re the bunflingers.
You’ve scored a direct hit,
Walloped an adult’s shirt,
With a doughnut’s jammy bit,
Raspberry stain has gotta hurt.
Ride that rickety old chair,
Like it was a wild buffalo,
With one hand raised in the air,
As you’re the champion of the rodeo.
By now it’s a fully fledged food fight,
With teacakes, scones, jam and cream,
Thrown or hurled with all your might,
Waking your mam from her daydream.
She ends the Cafekeeper’s nightmare,
Rounding us all up with a lasso,
And dragging us off elsewhere,
Ending our fun with a final shoo!
(Written for Children In Need)
poem by Dale Mullock
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Naked Before My Eyes
feeling empty
i sense you
i get near you
feeling your hand
and you look at me
knowing something
that fills you too
i like you to be
my empty cup
to my hot water
i can be more
than hot water
i can be a spoon
stirring you and
you can be coffee too
and cream and
sugar and mint
i can be the mouth
that opens to drink
you as coffee and
surely we shall have
a good time together
tonight i like you
to be more than coffee
and cream and sugar
just be yourself naked
before my emptiness
and i can also be more
than a mouth to you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cherry, whipped cream
Chocolate sauce, ice cream
I can't enjoy it, I wish I could
But my body rejects the food
Fingers on my lips
Slim down my hips
I eat until I'm full
Show everyone I'm normal
Head bent over the bowl
No longer full
Back up in reverse
Wanting more, makes it worse
Ice cream, chocolate sauce
Whipped cream, cherry, food loss
poem by Brynn Fier
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Sugar Hill
Writer Dolly Parton
Up on Sugar Hill we'd go walkin'
Hand in hand while the south wind blowed
Bob whites callin', black crows cawkin',
Countin' the warts on a toad in the road
Down in the mill pond swimmin naked
Showin' more than we should have showed
We were just kids explorin' nature
Learnin more than we should have knowed
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealing sugar on the mountainside
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than candy and cake and pie
A yellow dress drapin off of my shoulder
Seein' myself in the lookin glass
Older now and a little bit bolder
Thinkin' about our summers past
Up on Sugar Hill we'd go walkin'
Hand in hand up the mountainside
Teenage lovers plannin' and talkin'
Dreamin' of a future for you and I
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealin' sugar on the mountain top
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than ice cream and soda pop
Years have past, we're married with children
Our days are happy and our memories fond
We still find it quite appealin'
To go to Sugar Hill and swim naked in the pond
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealin' sugar on the mountaintop
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than ice cream and soda pop
Up on Sugar Hill theres a wealth of treasure
Down its memory lane I go walking still
What it means to me is more than I can measure
Golden moments up on Sugar Hill
Up on Sugar Hill with the fireflies glowin
Sound of katydids and the whipperwill
Honeysuckle bloomin and a mountain stream flowin
A little spot of heaven up on Sugar Hill
Up On Sugar Hill with the bobwhites callin
Black crows cawkin', and the soft wind blows
Up on Sugar Hill there are love birds talkin'
Up on Sugar Hill where the good times roll
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill memories
Stealin sugar on the mountainside
Sug, Sug, Sug, Sugar Hill sugar
Sweeter than candy and cakes and pies
A little spot of heaven up on Sugar Hill
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Put cream and sugar on a fly and it tastes very much like a black raspberry.
Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.
Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good
For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!
I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!
But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Cream Tart
My name is wolfy
and I get all hairy
when the wolf bane blooms
under a full moon.
I do a transformation
and become a real wild thing
I go to all the places
where the wild ones hang out.
I get to be a bit of a dog
when there is food about
and really get tucked in.
You can tempt me anytime
with a cream tart.
Yeah, I know what your saying
too much sweet stuff isn’t for you,
but this wolfy has a sweet tooth
and he’ll devour anything,
so long as it is sweet.
I used to be a lean machine
until I was seduced
by a big cream tart,
that did it I’m afraid
and this wolfy lost his heart.
10 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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All I Want
Ride the wild one cowboy in the rodeo
Love like crazy juliet and romeo
Living only to consume
Bruising hearts collecting gloom
Seems no place to hide away
From the hammer and caress
Dress with passion
Fashion for the parking lot
Make some action
Pushing time out of the clock
Take away identity
Parcel up whats left of me
Water down the youthful drop
Call the sane insanity
All I want is to live with you
All I want is to cry with you
Dance til sunrise
Reggae til the cows come home
Fight the bigot
Champion youre not alone
I can sort of work things out
Juggling the fear and doubt
Even when its watertight
In the end I have to say
I can sort of work things out
Juggling the fear and doubt
Even when its watertight
In the end I have to say I have to say
Ride the wild one cowboy in the rodeo
Love like crazy juliet and romeo
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Chocolate box
Cellophane wrappers,
pictures so pretty.
Raspberry filling,
the tongue so willing.
The mind is aglow
with sweet flavours we know.
Cream, coffee and rum
for our well rounded tums.
Cherry is heady with sherry.
Whiskey is rich and it's fine.
Chocolate liqueurs are so heady,
please let the biggest be mine!
poem by Ruth Walters
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Hot Chocolate And Ice-Cream
My positive book says I’m free
and empowered, decided to test
their theory by ordering hot chocolate
and ice-cream, dipping the ice-cream
in the hot chocolate mixture – now the
cold doesn’t hurt my teeth; the liquid
is cooling down rapidly
Definitely makes me feel empowered,
free to create anything – though restaurant
food taste of rubber and plastic, I’m free not
to eat it – when hunger makes eating inevitable,
I simply fill up on ice-cream and chocolate;
I agree with their theory: I am
an empowered being!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Wild West Hero
Wish I was, yeah, a wild west hero.
Sometimes I look up high and then I think there might
Just be a better life.
Away from all we know, thats where I wanna go,
Out on the wild side
And I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Ride the range all the day till the first fading light,
Be with my western girl round the fire, oh, so bright.
Id be the indians friend, let them live to be free,
Ridin into the sunset, I wish I could be.
Id ride the desert sands and through the prairie lands,
Tryn to do whats right.
The folks would come to me, theyd say, we need you here.
Id stay there for the night.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Ride the range all the day till the first fading light,
Be with my western girl round the fire, oh, so bright.
Id be the indians friend, let them live to be free,
Ridin into the sunset, I wish I could be.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Wish I was, o-o-oo-o-o-o-oo, a wild west hero.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Wild West
Out to the west theres a trail that leads somewhere
And a call of the wild that takes some people there
Through monument valley to california sun
From new amsterdam to the way the west was won
Well years will go by when you wont get nowhere
Youre cold and youre tired and youre free and you dont care
You keep pushin on when your friends keep turning back
You keep building towns and laying railroad track
And things get crazy and you have to use that sun
And you wonder if this is the way the west is won
But keep thinkin that way and you wont get nowhere
cause you got a right just to get where youre goin to
Gotta keep runnin gotta be the best
Gotta walk tall in the wild west
You keep on the move or you try to settle down
And theres strangers from further and further away in town
And you give them some tools and they know what must be done
And you know the west was won
And they say . . .
Where I come from, you cant get nowhere
Im breaking my back for some opportunity
Making my fortune and Ill take it all home
Tell my kids about the wild west
And theres still beauty as the flowers bloom on desert sands
And theres still hope as the sun rises over the rio grande
But its so crowded now and nothings simple anymore
And theyre still knocking at your door
You hear guns in the night and you hope theyre not for you
cause a dog eats a dog then he eats his master too
In the land of the free and the not so often brave
Theres both love or money now choose which you will save
But . . . keep thinkin that way and you wont get nowhere
cause you got a right just to get where youre goin to
Gotta keep runnin gotta be the best
Gotta walk tall in the wild west
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Peaches Cream
Feat. fabolous
Oh yeah
Yeah
Fabolous
112
Peaches and cream
Know what I mean
[fabolous]
Ma
I cant get enough
Im a fiend for peaches
I done freaked everywhere from
Limousines to beaches
The kids well known by
Deans and teachers
Its that player who even
Scored in between the bleachers
Chicks used to be
Seam and speechless
Now they talk because the
X-5 got so many
Screens and features
Thats why I threw marines
On each-trice
Look its the f-a-b-o-l-o-u-s
[112]
Let me tell you
What I wanna do
Let me show you
That Im feelin you
Wanna sex wanna
Ride with you you
Wanna kiss wanna
Put my lips all over you
Cant get enough of you
Always taken of you
So sweet so very wet
So good girl
You make me sweat
Girl Im talkin bout
Peaches and cream
[chorus]
[112]
Peaches and cream
I need it cause you know
That Im a fiend
Gettin freaky in my
Bentley limousine
Its even better
When its with ice-cream
Know what I mean
[repeat chorus]
[112]
I never thought that
I would be so addicted
To you on top underneath
On the side of you
Better yet baby
Inside of you
Love the way
You just flowing down and
I can feel it all around
In the front in the back
Of you oh
I love the taste of you
Girl you know
What Im talkin bout
[repeat chorus twice]
Yeah oh yeah yeah
F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s
[fabolous]
My nigga mase gonna
Bust through those doces
Few mo roses
Meet me in room uno doce
You know mo say
Its even better
When its with ice-cream
Know what I mean
I aint with the ordinary
I get the strawberries
Straight to the hole
With my sh*t like marbury
Never down with a quickie
And it aint no secret
Im trying to strip you
Down to your vickie
Some girls be tweakin
Believing Im lookin
For a freak in the morning
A freak in the evening
Thatll do more than kiss me
On my cheek
When Im leavin
Can change a way a man
Speakin and breathin
Sugar. I know you love
Some cream in your coffee
Ill give it to you till
You scream get him off me
Ya pants is up now
A minute ago
You was shaking like
You was doing that
Dance from uptown
Oh
[repeat chorus twice]
song performed by by 112
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Ride On
Its another lonely evening
And another lonely town
But I aint too young to worry
And I aint too old to cry
When a woman gets me down
Got another empty bottle
And another empty bed
Aint too young to admit it
And Im not too old to lie
Im just another empty head
Thats why Im lonely
Im so lonely
But I know what Im gonna do -
Im gonna ride on
Ride on
Ride on, standing on the edge of the road
Ride on, thumb in the air
Ride on, one of these days Im gonna
Ride on, change my evil ways
Till then Ill just keep dragging on
Broke another promise
And I broke another heart
But I aint too young to realize
That I aint too old to try
Try to get back to the start
And its another red light nightmare
Another red light street
And I aint too old to hurry
Cause I aint too old to die
But I sure am hard to beat
But Im lonely
Lord Im lonely
What am I gonna do -
Ride on
Ride on, got myself a one-way ticket
Ride on
Ride on, going the wrong way
Ride on, gonna change my evil ways
Ride on, one of these days
One of these days
Ride on
Ride on
Im gonna ride on
Ride on, looking for a truck
Ride on
Ride on, keep on riding
Riding on and on and on
song performed by by AC-DC
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An Afternoon Poem
it is all coffee without cream
no sugar, you say please, no sugar no cream
it is all about cold bread
nothing electrifying
unlike the softness of the arms of the beloved
it is about the coldness of bread
and the hotness of coffee
less the cream and the sugar
nothing sweet really
you guess it: there is something bitter
not from the water (for why should water be bitter?)
not from the cup (is there such a cup which has a bitter taste?)
guess further: you are wrong.
it is bitter, it is really bitter.
it comes from the heart. Not from the saucer
or the spoon.
it is the heart that is bitter. do not attempt
tasting it.
it can be toxic because it is mine.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wild Wild Life
Im wearin
Fur pyjamas
I ride a
Hot potata
Its tickling my fancy
Speak up, I cant hear you
Here on this mountaintop
Woahoho
I got some wild, wild life
I got some news to tell ya
Woahoho
About some wild, wild life
Here comes the doctor in charge
Woahoho
Shes got some wild, wild life
Aint that the way you like it?
Ho, ha!
Living wild, wild life.
I wrestle, with your conscience
You wrestle, with your partner
Sittin on a window sill, but he
Spends time behind closed doors
Check out mr. businessman
Oh, ho ho
He bought some wild, wild life
On the way to the stock exchange
Oh, ho ho
He got some wild, wild life
Break it up when he opens the door
Whoahoho
Hes doin wild, wild life
I know thats the way you like it
Wo ho
Living wild, wild life
Peace of mind?
Piece of cake!
Thought control!
You get on board anytime you like
Like sittin on pins and needles
Things fall apart, its scientific
Sleeping on the interstate
Woah ho ah
Getting wild, wild life
Checkin in, a checkin out!
Uh, huh!
I got a wild, wild life
Spending all of my money and time
Oh, ho ho
Done too much wild, wild
We wanna go, where we go, where we go
Oh, ho ho!
I doing wild, wild
I know it, thats how we start
Uh, huh
Got some wild, wild life
Take a picture, here in the daylight
Oh, ho!
And its a wild, wild life
Youve grown so tall, youve grown so fast
Oh, ho ho
Wild, wild
I know thats the way you like it
Oh, ho!
Living wild wild wild wild, life.
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Golden Days
Honeyed baby kisses,
sweet warm baby breath,
chuckle bunny murmurs,
little frilly dress.
Roses in the garden,
Daddy mows the lawn
Baby's feeling sleepy,
we all watch her yawn.
Summer sun is shining,
holidays ahead.
Candyfloss and ice cream
running through my head.
Mother's in the kitchen
baking cakes for tea.
Chocolate cake for you,
Fresh cream scones for me.
Paddling pool for nanna
to dip her toes into.
Grandpa reads his paper
while sitting on the loo.
Dreamy times are over,
reality is here
but I can still remember
those days of yesteryear.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Cream
This is it
Its time for u to go to the wire
U will hit
Cuz u got the burnin desire
Its your time (time)
U got the horn so why dont u blow it
U are fine (fine)
Ure filthy cute and baby u know it
Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Dont u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Ure so good
Baby there aint nobody better (aint nobody better)
So u should
Never, ever go by the letter (never ever)
Ure so cool (cool)
Everything u do is success
Make the rules (rules)
Then break them all cuz u are the best
Yes u are
Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Dont u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Look up in the air, its your guitar
Do your dance
Why should u wait any longer?
Take a chance
It could only make u stronger
Its your time (its your time)
U got the horn so why dont u blow it (go on and blow it)
Ure so fine (ure so fine)
Ure filthy cute and baby u know it (u know it)
Come on
Cream
Get on top
Cream
U will cop
Cream
Dont u ever stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Cream
Cream
Right there
Cream
Dont u stop
Cream
Sh-boogie bop
Boogie
song performed by by Prince
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An Exquisite Hurt
Love is exciting
Like Wild West gunfire
Friday night,
Tender mouths kissing
To a heartbeat rhythm
Pulsating body sexual heat!
I’m going to leap
Like a wild mountain goat
Over obstacles of regret
Until you place your hand
On my thrilling chest
And forget
Everybody else!
I’m electrified
When you
Take off your skirt
Or tug on my shirt,
Fantasy experiment
Crashes all my senses
With an exquisite hurt!
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Mixed Memory
A Mixed Memory
When mother made gateau for someone’s birthdays
I beat the cream using a steel whisker. Boring work
before the cream thickened and could be spread on
the cake, but it was worth it, as I got to lick bowl.
I thought of this as a tempest whipped the sea into
a froth. In the galley I had a mix-master and could
whisk up cream in no time, only I didn’t have the real
stuff, had to use condensed milk but I didn’t feel
inclined to lick its residue. The tempest blew into
storm, the ship was jumping about like an untrained
colt refusing to have a rider on its back. Life boats
smashed, ship railings too we only hoped she could
ride out the storm. In Hamburg I walked ashore and
ate a piece of Black Forest Gateau, awe-inspiring.
And to sit in a coffee shop that didn’t throw me off
my chair like demented colt.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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5. All Scone
Fresh baked scones all golden brown
With jam and clotted cream
Espresso coffee frothy whipped
For high tea what a dream
A platter full of sandwiches
Garnished green with salad
Piano in the corner plays
Another well known ballad
Torn between selections
Is it brown or maybe white?
Having cut the crusts away
Leaving nothing but one bite
Out came the fancy cake plate
Full of fresh baked scone
Six of them and four of us
I hope for more than one
We finish off the platter
Now scones all piping hot
I didn’t eat mine quickly enough
So one was all I got
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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