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Banana Soup

If juice can be extracted from a potato,
Like a tomato or carrot...
Why can't that happen to a banana?
Although it can be argued that potato juice,
Can be heated and called soup.
Banana soup doesn't sound too appealing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy hoot of a good day

Tomorrow is almost here,
gonna wait for it
and just relax for today.

Can you feel it,
tomorrow morning,
everything will be fun.

Going to go shopping for,
banana's, milk and orange juice.

Going to go buy something,
just for me to enjoy.

Pizza, oreo cookies, pancakes
and even a small bowl of pho soup.

Yum Yum!
I love tomorrow and shopping day.

poem by Jackie Anderson
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The Tra La La Song

Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
One banana, two banana
Three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch
And so do many more
Over hill and highway
The banana buggies go
Comin' on to bring you
The Banana Splits Show
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Four banana, three banana
Two banana, one
All bananas playing in the bright warm sun
Flippin' like a pancake, poppin' like a cork
Fleagle, Bingo, Drooper an' Snork
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Two banana, four banana
One banana, three
Swingin' like a bunch of monkeys
Hangin' from a tree
Hey there everybody
Won't you come along and see
How much like banana splits
Everyone can be
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la

song performed by by Liz Phair
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In the morning we received some very thin coffee. For lunch we had potato soup with a few pieces of meat in it, in the evening we had a very thin meat soup with some potatoes in it.

quote by Leon Askin
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041410f Eat, Drink And Clean Up

men are helping conductor to load up
my bag is still hanging there innocently
villagers came with trinkets and food
they are selling, boiled corn, sweet
potato, banana, chicken on stick, drinks
they are buying, it must be good but me

we have rested almost twenty minutes
their faces are brighter now than few
minutes ago, villagers also made money
i also wash my face; still brown thru n thru
i didn't tried their food nor their drinks
i have my orange juice bottle and sandwich

poem by Manonton Dalan
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One Potato

One potato, two potato
three potato four.
We need some potatoes
to help feed the poor.
Too many hungry babes
are being born today.
When their mother's milk runs dry
they'll have to find a way
to keep their bellies full.
No time for play.

One potato, two potato,
three potato, four.
You say into each life
a little rain must pour?
I say the rain's that's falling
are tears from the eyes
that run down children's faces
from hunger pains and cries
that elude the ears of rich ones
that never ever buys
potatoes for them all.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Meat & Potato Man

Meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who I am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what I am,
A meat and potato man

song performed by by Alan Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Meat And Potato Man

meat and potato man
I like my steak well done, my taters fried
Football games on monday night
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I like my coffee black
Oltv shows
My women hot and my beer ice cold
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I dont like caviar, sushi bars,
The irs or phony stars
Im a haggard fan
A meat and potato man
I like my fishinholes, lightninbugs
Flatt nscruggs, and my womans love
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I like my wrangler jeans, cowboy boots
Cornbread and beans and country roots
Its just who i am
A meat and potato man
I dont like politics, hypocrites
Folks with poodles dressed like kids
Im a hounddog fan
A meat and potato manyeah, thats what i am,
A meat and potato man

song performed by by Alan Jackson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Homemade

Blessed are those,
Who have had the experience...
Of walking and talking.
With the ability to chew gum.
And,
Can appreciate the taste of a banana split.
With an occasional strawberry and banana smoothie,
Homemade with vanilla icecream and orange juice.
With wishes to whip up another.
Knowing the taste of this has been delicious.
That's what I call a tummy tuck!
All that other stuff,
Is not on my 'things to crave' list.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One More Less Lonely Potato

One more less lonely potato left inside of the fridge to cool of
So that doesn’t get soggy
Because the heat might spoil that lonely potato
And that lonely potato needs a friend anyway

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Monkberry Moon Delight

So I sat in the attic,
A piano at my nose,
And the wind played a dreadful cantata (cantata...).
Sore was I from the crack of an enemys hose,
And the horrible sound of tomato (tomato...).
Ketchup (ketchup)
Soup and puree (soup and puree),
Dont get left behind (get left behind)...
When a rattle of rats had awoken,
The sinews, the nerves and the veins.
My piano was boldly outspoken, in attempts to repeat its refrain.
So I stood with a knot in my stomach,
And I gazed at that terrible sight
Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel,
Sucking monkberry moon delight.
Monkberry moon delight,
Monkberry moon delight.
Well, I know my banana is older than the rest,
And my hair is a tangled beretta.
When I leave my pajamas to billy budapest,
And I dont get the gist of your letter (your letter...).
Catch up! (catch up),
Cats and kittens (cats and kittens),
Dont get left behind (get left behind)...
Monkberry moon delight...
Monkberry moon delight...

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Soup Of The Day

Well she thinks shes looking so cool
She thinks shes great but shes just a fool
What awful lack of class makes this kind behave this way
I look and only think of one thing to say
Soup, shes just soup
Soup of the day
Shes thin around the waistline
Thin around the brain
You see this type so many times
Time and time again
How could they really think
Theyd be treated in any other way
Everybodys looking and everybody say
Soup, shes just soup
Soup of the day
Well youd think theyd know better
That behaving in this way
They think theyre being clever
But I really have to say
Youd better think it over
Youll regret it one fine day
When the circus partys over
And you were just soup of the day
Shes just soup
Soup of the day

song performed by by Chris Rea
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tomato

My love is a tiny red cherry tomato

That has found it's way into my heart by way of,

'An omelette'

'A cheese sandwhich'

A kittenish quiche

A side salad, that slid in through the side entrance

A tiny glistening punnet that flirted with the light

A drink carton full of bloody juice

A red nose that passed itself off as a tomato

A tin of Italian agraphobic plum tomatoes

A pizza

A pie

A spicy tomato pasta

A bed of floating tomatoes in a home made punch

A seed which grew secretly from my garden bed

Into a vine

Ready to pick

This tomato love is mine

It also came into my heart by way of

A tin of soup

A bottle of ketchup

And alot of sauce

My love is born

Not yet filing for divorce

Yvette Smith march 09

poem by Yvette Smith
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If the banana pest doesn't die it will always reach at the ripe banana.

African proverbs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To A Neighbor

hot noodle soup that's newly cooked
outside the night is cold
as stars begin to twinkle, the moon to hover
on top of the banana palms
the sound of bamboo leaves shall serve as music
to a choir of cicadas singing

can you share your time for a cup of noodle with me?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Banana Tree

Banana tree
Banana tree
Banana tree
There is a monkey
Up
There
He is
Eating Banana
Monkey
Monkey
I am hungry
Also
I tell
him
I make
sings
with my
Hands
to tell
him to share
it with me
He covers his
Eyes with his hands
And gigles
So I keep on trying

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Mad as a Hatter!

The world becomes my Porcupine
Sitting Forks of DOOM!
Clams that eat my Potato Bake
Apocalypse in my room?

Goldfish, Rock and Soup Supreme!
Plane-Like Grass Defined.
Kitty, Cracker, Frog eats both
What the hell is with my mind...?

poem by Jake Harris
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Smart Patrol/mr. Dna

He's been with the world
And i'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
I wanna end this prophylactic tour
Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
Guess i'm only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato
We're the smart patrol
Nowhere to go
Suburban robots that monitor reality
Common stock
We work around the clock
We shove the poles in the holes
Wait a minute
Something's wrong
He's the man from the past
He's here to do us a favor
A little human sacrifice
It's just supply and demand
Mr. kamikazi mr. dna
He's an altruistic pervert
Mr. dna mr. kamikazi
He's here to spread some genes
Wait a minute
Something's wrong
He's a man with a plan
His finger is pointed at devo
Now we must sacrifice ourselves
That many others may live
Ok we've got a lot to give
This monkey wants a word with you

song performed by by Devo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Banana Bread-Baked and Buttered

I recently discovered,
I was quick banana fed.
Having one sliced in cereal.
One in a milkshake.
And a few to make banana bread.

I guess the potassium agrees with me.
When I eat one on the street.
Preferring that treat over candied sweets.

And a vitamin I need...
Like C, D, E and the B's.
While trying to avoid the calories,
As I strip one and dip it...
Into creamy chocolate.

I recently discovered,
I was quick banana fed.
Having one sliced in cereal.
One in a milkshake.
And a few to make banana bread.
Baked and buttered,
With no crumbs spared!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Potato' Poem

I love potatoes chopped up into chunky chips.
I love spicy potato wedges, served up with dips.
I love potato slices which have been fried in a pan:
Of sautéed potatoes, I am the world's biggest fan.

I love potatoes which have been pummelled and bashed
With butter and milk to make a real light, fluffy mash.
Jacket potatoes, I find a bit dry, but with a nice filling
Such as chilli, to give them a try, I am more willing.

With breakfast, I love hash browns or potato cakes,
And I love potatoes mixed up with leeks in a bake.
Crispy, golden potatoes, served up with Sunday roast
Are among the kinds of potato which I love the most.

Mixed in soups and casseroles, I love potatoes diced.
On top on minced beef hotpot, I love potatoes sliced.
Fluffy potato stuffed inside a crispy potato croquette
Is also rather nice, and, for me, it is another safe bet.

I love potatoes cut into crisps: the slices, wafer thin,
And, as a starter, I simply love loaded potato skins:
I do adore a delicious dish of Bombay potato curry:
For me, it is a taste which I won't forget in a hurry.

I like potatoes diced up with creamy mayonnaise,
Served up with salad on really hot summer days.
But I don't like potatoes which have been boiled:
From potatoes, cooked this way, in horror, I recoil.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Orange juice

Orange juice mom says drink
When i am sick
It can make me thick
Orange juice i have to pick
licking mom says no
Drinking i have to do
Hate orange juice, mom says i know
Vitamin C it has
And i need to take
for my own sake
Healthy it can make me
Power it can give me
Orange juice
Is all i need
When i am in lead
With the kids at the lake.! :)

poem by michelle al G
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