All You Want Is Just To Snack
You went across the border,
And you met a certain match.
Now you've got buyer's remorse,
And what you gave you want right back.
Oh you went across the border,
And you met a certain match.
But you don't wish a relationship.
And all you want is just to snack.
And like the wind,
You are gone...
To only reappear to snack like it's your private snatch.
And on and on and on and...on!
You brought it to the border,
And you met a certain match.
Now you've got buyer's remorse,
And what you gave you want right back.
And like the wind,
You are gone...
To only reappear to snack like it's your private snatch.
And on and on and on and...on!
But you don't want a commitment,
All you want is just to snack.
And on and on and on and...on!
You don't want a commitment,
All you want is just to snack.
And on and on and on and...on!
You don't want a relationship,
But you come back to snack.
And on and on and on and...on!
You don't want a commitment,
All you want is just to snack.
And on and on and on and...on!
You don't want a relationship,
But you come back to snack.
And on and on and on AND...on!
You don't want a commitment,
All you want is just to snack.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mothers Dilemma Families Delight
It never fails you see,
With my family and me.
Television's playing,
All are relaxed.
Wouldn't you know it,
They all want a snack.
Out to the kitchen,
They parade, one by one.
The cupboards are stocked,
But they can't see,
So it's back to the old T.V.
BUT WAIT! Mother's hungry.
She goes to prepare a simple snack.
Suggestions are coming,
So think, so fast.
Alas, Mothers simple snack,
Has turned into a banquet, no less.
Every thing is ready, a family delight.
Mother, well she has lost her appetite.
poem by Evelyn Bush
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My Bologna
Ooh, my little hungry one, hungry one
Open up a package of my bologna
Ooh, I think the toast is done, the toast is done
Top it with a little of my bologna
Never gonna stop, eat it up
Such a tasty snack I always eat too much, then throw up
But Ill soon be back for my, my, my, yi, yi, woo
M-m-m-my bologna
Spreadin on the mustard now, show me how
Spread it on a litle of this bologna
Hopin that we dont run out, dont run out
If we do Im sure that Ill miss bologna
Never gonna stop, eat it up
Such a tasty snack I always eat too much, then throw up
But Ill soon be back for my, my, my, yi, yi, woo
M-m-m-my bologna
M-m-m-my bologna
(belch)
Goin to the market now, market now
Im the citys biggest bologna buyer
Walkin down the shopping isles, shopping isles
Filling up my basket with oscar meyer
Never gonna stop, eat it up
Such a tasty snack I always eat too much, then throw up
But Ill soon be back for my, my, my, yi, yi, woo
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, yi, yi, woo
M-m-m-my bologna
M-m-m-my bologna
M-m-m-my bologna
M-m-m-my bologna
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Granola Homemade
Give me some of those walnuts.
Dried cranberries, brown sugar...
And rolled oats to bunch up.
I'll crush that stuff with raisins...
To make granola to munch!
Add with that papaya bits.
Cashews too with diced pineapple mixed.
And a snack to enjoy with fingers to lick..
Is granola homemade that's great and fit.
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
And a snack that'll boost you up!
Give me some of those walnuts.
Dried cranberries, brown sugar...
And rolled oats to bunch.
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up!
Add with that papaya bits.
Cashews too with diced pineapple mixed.
And a snack to enjoy with fingers to lick..
Is granola homemade that's great!
Granola homemade is a wonderful taste.
a-knock knock
And a snack that'll boost you up.
Replace that soda with some lemonade.
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
a-knock knock
That's a snack that'll boost you up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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With A Fixed Commitment
It's hard to keep one's focus,
Kept centered on a map...
When a giving to distractors,
A snack who have a knack...
To,
Munch upon the ears of those,
With noses to impose...
Their way of throwing wrenches,
In the spoke of rolling wheels.
It's hard to keep one's focus,
Kept centered on a map...
When a giving to distractors,
A snack who have a knack...
To,
Dump their lumps on something smooth,
With a negativity they use.
And hoping that their attitudes,
Circumvents since this is meant.
It's hard to keep one's focus,
When...
Distractors dump their moods,
To...
Circumvent since this meant.
And with a fixed commitment.
It's hard to keep one's focus,
Kept centered on a map...
When a giving to distractors,
A snack who have a knack...
To,
Munch upon the ears of those,
With noses to impose...
Their way of throwing wrenches,
In the spoke of rolling wheels.
It's hard to keep one's focus,
When...
Distractors dump their moods,
To...
Circumvent since this meant.
And with a fixed commitment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only In The Making Of Movies
Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
And time well spent is sacrificed to deliver,
What's right for the price...
For the cost being paid.
Camera angles are selected,
By a director who chooses the best scenes.
And the actors are blocked within them,
To emote with belief as an audince viewing this...
Sits,
With their emotions manipulated.
Only in the making of movies,
Are 'realities' depicted.
Although many in the audience become captivated,
With beliefs they also can deceive truth easily.
By saying and doing things they wish to sell.
With hopes their 'portrayals' have gone over well.
And only those who become offended,
They can not sell lies they told to tell...
Are those who become combative,
When confronted by others...
Who are specific and direct AND caring less,
How a charade is masqueraded to address.
Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
Until what is done has been finished.
But many unpaid to 'act' but embellish facts,
Find it difficult to strip away all their fantasies.
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
Only in the making of movies...
Every actor wants to get paid.
And,
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
No one has time for that,
Since a budget has to be paid back.
Oh.
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
Only in the making of movies...
Every actor wants to get paid.
And,
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
No one has time for that,
Since a budget has to be paid back.
Oh.
Only in the making of movies...
Facts are scratched!
And,
Only in the making of movies...
Facts are scratched!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snack All Night
Im never satisfied with three meals a day
While the world is sleeping Ill be munching away
Gonna sneak into the kitchen, gonna tiptoe down and turn on the light
Right, yeah, if no ones around to see you
It dont matter if you snack all night
A million chicken bones are under my bed
A pile of twinkie wrappers all round my head
Jelly doughnuts to the left of me
Got a bag of chocolate chips on the right
Right, yeah, if you dont mind the calories
It dont matter if you snack all night
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Greasy Fingers You Don't Need 'Em
Would you give up your midnight snack,
Knowing you should not do that?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you give bad habits back,
If it widened you with fat?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you minimize your woes,
If you chose not to buy new clothes?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you get down on the floor,
Exercising even more?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
If you really want to feel real good,
You've gotta work your butt...
Off!
No diets you can take,
Will erase those pounds you make.
To leave,
You...
Happier each day.
And determining to stay,
That way.
Greasy fingers you don't need 'em!
Would you give up your midnight snack,
Knowing you should not do that?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you give bad habits back,
If it widened you with fat?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
If you really want to feel real good,
You've gotta work your butt...
Off!
No diets you can take,
Will erase those pounds you make.
To leave,
You...
Happier each day.
And determining to stay,
That way.
Greasy fingers you don't need 'em!
One day you'll lick,
And pay.
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Would you give up your midnight snack,
Knowing you should not do that?
Would you give bad habits back,
If it widened you with fat?
Oh oh.
Oh. Oh. Oh...
Ooo.
Ewww!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Getting Fat
Bring me back something from the store.
Here's my list,
It tells you what I need.
Bring this back from the corner store...
Just what's on it,
Nothing more!
You've got me,
Wanting to lay and snack!
You've got me,
Smacking snacks on my back!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Wanting to lay and snack!
You've got me,
Smacking snacks on my back!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
Bring me back something from the store.
Here's my list,
It tells you what I need.
You've got me,
Wanting to lay and snack!
Bring this back from the corner store...
Just what's on it,
Nothing more!
You've got me,
Smacking snacks on my back!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
Bring me back something from the store.
Here's my list,
It tells you what I need.
Bring this back from the corner store...
Just what's on it,
Nothing more!
I think I've had enough snacks on my back.
'Cause you make hints I'm getting fat!
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
You've got me,
Thinking I'm getting fat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I eat a lot. I eat three times a day and I snack.
quote by Suzanne Somers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I don't snack all the time, but I do sometimes drink l more than I should.
quote by Gerard Depardieu
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Let me finish my snack
my scarlet plumage is all I own
and you
haiku by Leonard Dabydeen
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Brand New
Brand new, its brand new for you
Brand new, its brand new for you
Brand new, its brand new for you
Brand new, its brand new for you
Deep inside you will find
Something that you wont mind
Think about diamond rings and goldfronts combined
Then go back go way back
Something passed that you lack
Well Ive got brand new scooby snack just for you
Brand new, its brand new for you(x4)
Deep inside you will find
Something that you wont mind
Think about diamond rings and goldfronts combined
Then go back go way back
Something passed that you lack
Well Ive got brand new scooby snack just for you
Sabrosa
Brand new, its brand new for you (x4)
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Bologna
[parody of my sharona by the knack]
Goin to the market now, market now.
Im the citys biggest bologna buyer.
Walkin down the shopping aisle, shopping aisle,
Filling up my basket with oscar meyer.
Never gonna stop, eat it up,
Such a tasty snack.
I always eat too much, and throw up,
But Ill soon be back
For my-my-my-y-y woo!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my-my-my-y-y woo!
M-m-m-my bologna.
M-m-m-my bologna.
M-m-m-my bologna.
M-m-m-my bologna!
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cheese Balls
Cheese balls!
Sniff them as you lick them,
Cheese balls.
Delicious when you eat them,
Cheese balls.
Salty and their tart.
A snack that's hard to stop!
Cheddar up.
Cheese balls.
Sniff them as you lick them.
Cheese balls.
Delicious when you eat them.
Cheese balls.
Salty and they're tart,
And a snack that's hard to top.
Cheddar up.
Get a big bag and begin to stuff your gutt.
Those, those, those...
Cheese balls.
The cheddar makes them better.
Cheese balls.
They're better when they're cheddar.
Forget about the fedder...
And that gouda gotta go!
You've got to get them cheddar.
It's that cheddar taste that grows.
Cheddar up, cheddar up, cheddar up!
Those cheese balls...
Delicious when you eat them.
Cheese balls.
Sniff them as you lick them.
Cheese balls.
And a snack that's hard to stop!
Salty and they're tart...
Forget about the fedder.
And that gouda gotta go!
Cheese balls!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I don't go long without eating. I never starve myself: I grab a healthy snack.
quote by Vanessa Hudgens
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Drop Your Buns Aunt Betty
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
We know they are delicious
Since they're made with cinnamon.
We're not a bit suspicious
Of the love that's in them.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And grab a little snack and relax.
You owe us that!
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty.
Would you like a bowl of soup,
To boot that mood that has you pooped.
From all that mixing in the kitchen fixing food that you do.
There's some noodles with onions and peppers in it too!
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back...
And relax.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
We know they are delicious
Since they're made with cinnamon.
We're not a bit suspicious
Of the love that's in them.
Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And grab a little snack and relax.
You owe us that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The moral sense is acquired in the childhood when you share the snack with your brothers.
aphorism by Ramon Eder, translated by Dan Costinaş
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I believe that I was a dog in a past life. That's the only thing that would explain why I like to snack on Purina Dog Chow.
quote by Dean Koontz
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Dessert Storm
No one saw it coming,
that warm September day-
Not the workers at the pudding shack
Who mixed sweet treats for pay.
Not the Rookie at the pressure valves
Not the people in the town
It was the Rookies’ rank incompetence
That set in motion what went down.
Nine vats of Snack Time pudding
Exploded with a roar
Three hundred thousand gallons
Went oozing out the door
The workers never had a chance
On this, their final day
Ending up like Easter bunnies
For a giant’s holiday
That mighty wave of chocolate.
Like a Tsunami hit the town.
Sweet creamy death swept over them
Deliciously, they drowned.
Others turned and tried to flee.
They ran for all their worth.
The swift were lucky to escape
This scrumptious hell on earth
The survivors of the snack slide
Lost all they owned in town
It was a diabetics’ wet dream
Everything was chocolate brown.
It was the worst snacktastrophe
Our land had ever seen.
Obama sent marines with spoons
The air force dropped whipped cream.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Soft sweet golden sound
Shedding sadness dry leaves fall
Heart sips salty snack.
haiku by Abdul Wahab
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