No Crustaceans Fresh to Eat
You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
You want to shell the meat,
To release an aroma.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
But the sea has been tainted with oil grease.
And what releases from that oil stinks and reeks,
To heaven.
And you see what's coming to you to be served,
Is breaded tuna that's been noodled.
You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
You want to shell the meat,
To release an aroma.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
But crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
And frustrations felt begin to heat the seat you sit.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet...
To get no relief.
You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
But crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
And frustrations felt begin to heat the seat you sit.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet...
To get no relief.
And the sea has been tainted with oil grease.
And what releases from that oil stinks and reeks,
To heaven.
And you see what's coming to you to be served,
Is breaded tuna that's been noodled.
All crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,
With your rude on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
Knowing crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
No crustaceans fresh to eat no longer treats...
So you leave a tuna noodled.,
With a rude mood put on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
No crustaceans fresh to eat,
So you leave a tuna noodled.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
No crustaceans fresh to eat,
So you leave a tuna noodled.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
Knowing crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
No crustaceans fresh to eat no longer treats...
So you leave a tuna noodled.,
With a rude mood put on.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Topsy-turvy
They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.
A groaning moaning,
Is heard from dusk 'til dawning.
A smile once there...
Is now a frown most give and get!
Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.
That half filled cup,
Is leaking towards the bottom.
Could it be bad luck...
That a rut is stirring in our guts!
Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.
They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.
Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.
A groaning moaning,
Is heard from dusk 'til dawning.
A smile once there...
Is now a frown most give and get!
Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.
They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.
That half filled cup,
Is leaking towards the bottom.
Could it be bad luck...
That a rut is stirring in our guts!
And we must hang in and toughen up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Caught Up
Caught up
in lust, in laughs
in bluster and bursts
amid tirades and trysts
All spilling out in lines
Caught up
in oodles and oodles
of Valentines
some lace
some trace
the lines of
a lost lover’s face
Caught up
in drama
and trauma
and some laundry lists
Thank God for twists
that bring a smile
or chuckle
Caught up
at last
through scrolling fast
thank God I learned
to read
with speed
Caught up
I hate to fall
behind, for I
might miss the best
read of them all
Caught up
at last with one
and all
Until I hit
REFRESH
poem by Mary Havran
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Fresh Flying Fish Gold
“earth global last 4 decades
tuna consumption doubled
grade A tuna 50 kilo 700 dollars
fly out fresh from purchase market”
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Quiet Man
Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand
I dont talk much Im a quiet man
Beauty and silence both run deep
And running like crazy while you are alseep
Chorus:
You got news for me,i got nothing for you
Dont pin your blues on me
Just go ahead and do whatever you wish to
Last monday night I saw a fight
Between wednesday and thursday over saturday night
Tuesday asked me what was going on I said,
Sundays in the meadow and fridays in the corn.
Repeat chorus:
Hocus-pocus, maladjusted
Dont you think my tears get rusted
Steady losing means you aint using
What you really think is right
Repeat chorus:
Oodles of light what a beautiful sight
Both of gods eyes are shining tonight
Rays and beams of incredible dreams
And I am a quiet man.
Oodles of light what a beautiful sight
Both of gods eyes are shining tonight
Rays and beams of incredible dreams
And I am a quiet man.
Oodles of light what a beautiful sight
Both of gods eyes are shining tonight
Rays and beams of incredible dreams
And I am a quiet man.
song performed by by John Prine
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Blue Fin Tuna Expected Extinction Date
“2006 Philippines
500,000 tuna catch
dropping 20% a year
7 billion people globally hungry
today eating everything
our depleted sea contains
blue fin tuna extinct expected
to be by 2014 fished out? ”
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Recycle
Plain paper cup
Paper art cup.
Fun in oodles
artsy doodles.
Turn it green
leaving the scene
In a coffee shop,
Continue, never stop.
Outside Of The Hive
Fireflies in the night-time...
Light your eyes.
I am like an owl aroused,
By oodles of full moonlight.
And I can't be a little hiving bee,
Home alone...
With just a taste for honey buns.
You've got me buzzin' with a hummin' done.
I don't want to ovecome...
Outside of the hive!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you ever want to eat a tuna sandwich again, don't go to a tuna factory. I visited one where they had two lines: one was the human food line and one was the cat food line - and they didn't look any different.
quote by Mark Mobius
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Garb
Keep your man
Happy
Make him
Keep on
Loving you
How?
Give him
Oodles of sex
Make him
Keep on
Lusting you
In the garb of
Loving you
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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And Rick, the Dinner Guest has this for an Answer
How sweet of you
Adria
How cute is your son?
(I don't have any
we simply couldn't have any)
How old is he?
aND Thank for the Tuna
i still like it
since it is heartily given
(in truth
i am vegetarian
and i only eat
fish
because i am bound
for a heart
surgery)
I like Americans
they are not
rude
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Land Of A Million Drums
[Chorus]
In the land of a million drums
there is always something going on, on, on, on
If you can't locate your thought off
might as well go on take your dead home, home, home, home
[Big Boi]
In the land of a million drums
I catch a pattern that spit rings around you like Saturn
Intergalatic tracks I make 'em like magstrulium
This one for scooby, pass the doobie imma do me one, do me one
Only you clean over
I pick up the mic and rock it while I'm sober
For the rated G exposure if you listen what I'm tryin to told ya
We fathers with seeds of our own
We're talkin about sons and daughters boy, not roots and clones
Now that the theory gone wrong
An embryo with no soul
Stuck in this green mini-van with my lungs in a chokehold
Shaggy pass the boombastic
Daphne said don't do that
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic
Now Scrappy wanna box and throw them bows
so I had to sic the pitbull on him before he could pass one blow
Scooby-doo, scooby-doo, scooby damn doo, scooby doo (Scooby doobie doo)
[Chorus]
[Killer Mike]
Woke up from a long night of hanging out with Shaggy
Oh no, lost my last baggy of scoobie snackies
Shaggy wake up, we've been had
Our scooby snacks they got the whole stash
He said, who who, I don't have a clue
I suspect the thirteen ghosts of Scoobie Doo
Call Vincent Price up on the Nextel
Tell him to send another package right through the mail
In the meantime, I'mma call Thelma to tell her
To get the Mystery Machine ready
I'm two-wayin Daphne and Freddy
Me and Shaggy dressed in all black, strapped
Dippin through the flash tryin to get our stash back
Roundin up suspects, collection' clues
I got a question, where the hell is Scooby Doo when you need em?
The hound's only found when you feed him
In fact he probably got my sack
Tell him holler back
[Chorus]
[Andre 3000]
Break it down, break it down baby 'til the flow jumps off the ground
Ooo break it down lookin' over yonder til the walls come tumblin down
Ooo, yes lord y'ain't gotta tell me two times but you know I know
Ooo, break it down, break it down baby 'cuz I want y'all all to know
We rock the world
[Chorus]
I coulda got away with it, if it wasn't for ya meddlin kids
(oh oh, oh no) (Until song fades out)
song performed by by Outkast
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A Cat's Life
In a cat's life.We get a rubber mouse,
a shoe string, or a butterfly to play with.
In a cat's life.We get names like Sylvester,
Felix, Tom And Jerry, Morris, and Garfield.
In a cat's life.We chase hamsters, mice, and
rats, anything loose, with a string attached.
In a cat's life.We like a big bowl of warm milk.
Crunchy cat food nuggets.All filled with love.
We like tuna oil, and tuna fish, and goldfish.
Straight from the living room fish tank.In a
cat's life.We like to curl up next to our master,
like a fluffy pillow, weeping willow on a sofa
bed.In a cat's life.We take off our mittens and
booties.As we leave our paw prints in the
muddy soil.In a cat's life.
Cat's Life Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2011
All rights reserved
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Car Wash
Y'all small tuna fish, I'm one big catch
(This is a Shark Tale exclusive)
Y'all small tuna fish, I'm one big catch
(Here we go again) (2004)
Y'all small tuna fish, I'm one big catch
(Say what, say what) (phenomenal hit)
Y'all small tuna fish, I'm one big catch
(Yeah)
Ooh, do do do do do do do
Car wash, car wash
Ooh, do do do do do do do
Car wash, car wash
(Yeah, let's drop it on 'em like this)
Ooh, do do do do do do, na na na ah, ooh
Ooh, do do do do do do, na na na ah, ooh
You might not ever get rich, ha
Let me tell you it's better than digging a ditch
There ain't no telling who you might meet
A movie star or maybe a common thief
Working at the car wash (oh oh, yeah yeah)
At the car wash, yeah (ooh, yeah yeah)
At the car wash (sing it with me now)
Working at the car wash, yeah
(Oh, oh)
Come summer the work gets kind of hard
This ain't no place to be if you're planning on being a star
Let me tell you it's always cool
And the boss don't mind sometimes if you're acting like a fool
Working at the car wash (oh oh, yeah yeah)
At the car wash, yeah (ooh ooh ooh)
At the car wash (ow said, now come and work it with me now, yeah)
Working at the car wash, yeah
Said, said, said, sing
(Work and work)
Well those cars never stop coming
(Work and work)
Keep those rags and machines humming
(Work and work)
My fingers to the bone
(Work and work)
Keep on and can't wait till it's time to go home
(Ooh ooh ooh)
Hey, get your car washed today
(Ooh ooh ooh)
Fill up and you don't have to pay
(Ooh ooh ooh)
Hey, get your car washed today
Give it up, right away
Missy Elliott:
Work at the, car wash
Sharks in the water make they jaws lock
When I swim through the grim, I'm too hot
Y'all can make y'all bets
Y'all small tuna fish, I'm one big catch
Shark slayer, bow down playa
'Cause this right here will be your worst nightmare (nightmare)
Work that, work that, pop back, hurt that
Turn this up and bang it all up in the surface
(Work and work)
9 to 5 I gotta keep that fat stack coming
(Work and work) (work it)
No matter how big the shark is, the right keep running
(Work and work)
Washing cars ain't no place to be a superstar man
(Work and work)
That's why I work, and work
Working at the car wash (ohhh, yeah)
At the car wash, yeah (come on work it, baby work it, say now)
At the car wash (ahh)
Working at the car wash, yeah
So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Ooh, do do do do do do, na na na ah, ooh
(Now keep it coming)
Ooh, do do do do do do (woo, so), na na na ah, ooh
(You may not ever get rich, but hey)
(Ooh ooh ooh)
Hey, get your car washed today (hey)
(Ooh ooh ooh)
Hey, get your car washed today
(Ooh ooh ooh)
Hey, get your car washed today (phenomenal hit)
song performed by by Christina Aguilera
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The face not receding in my heart.
Come up in my mind, like a, mountain spring!
And honeyed words with, ease you sling.
Thousands of odes I scrawled in my heart;
amidst, shocking thunders, fiercely wrought!
But, God never ditched me to, hurt and fall.
Oodles of sadness couldn't me maul……………(Come up…………spring)
You didn't know my wail of despair
and, canards shot by the smirching, snipers!
I never jostled even your breath
and lay in wait they to spill my blood.
(Come up......….spring.)
-
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Am I eating chicken or tuna?
quote by Jessica Simpson
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Hail Venerated King Of Sushi In Death Throes
writing had been clearly maritime written
highlighted upon oceans walls for decades
greed claimed oceans could not be emptied
stupidity said inexhaustible were vast seas
but decades of data affirmed emptying seas
an example was tuna and tuna-like species
was denied by supposed expert statements
“serious over-fishing has been largely avoided
for various reasons, (such as) including the high
productivity of tuna species and possibly, (what)
decreases in fish prices to uneconomical (prices)
as markets become (unbelievable) saturated”
a world ever expanding ever hungry population
and de expert believes markets are saturated?
but a temporary blip in saga sea fish markets
world trends fish eating clearly demonstrated
affirmed documented globally increased sales
1950s to 2000 fleets raped increased catches
catches of southern bluefin steeply increased
from only 14 000t in 1952 to 53 000t in 1961
between 40 000t and 55 000t until date 1974
warns unsustainable fluctuated without trend
from 47 000t in 1980 to only 12 000t in 1991
observe catches fast steeply steadily decreased
needle next between 11 000t to 17 600t flickers
15 000t in 2002 about to risk nose dive reported
as venerable blue fin tuna warning extinction goes
so all fish predators fishing down species goes
catch fish before bred in unsustainable numbers
are excellent fish stocks disaster extinction recipes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pass the Shell Cracker!
With just a touch of radiation...
Tinged to contaminate minds exist.
Chemicalized beverages,
Are savored with diets perserved...
And finger licked.
Dyed meats packaged fresh...
To add to bad breath.
Sizzles on grills in those backyard bar-b-ques!
As poisoned waters feed the fish,
And of those are crustaceans...
Scavengers to delight,
And buttered as wished!
'Hmmm...
Pass the shell cracker!
What?
Now why do you insinuate I call you names?
Pass the 'SHELLCRACKER'...
That's 'all' I've been saying! '
I want to eat and not think of racial tensions,
Folks are laying down and portraying!
And we wonder why we are a people,
Deepening thick into the bowels of mental sickness!
But there may be 'something' in the food we eat...
To keep us stirred at night seeing monsters in our sleep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beauty-Defined~
I can't remember tuna sanwiches
Ever tasting so good
Or chicken noodle soup, so tasty;
Must have always been the cook;
The company that i was blessed
To keep...
Back in the day when big-hearted
People were scarce;
When their smiles and uplifting
Words raised me up out of the
Dodrums of sad and confused;
She was like that you know-my Joyce...
A ray of blessed sunshine in the
Cold Seattle rain; And her laughter-
Her laughter was contagious-
And even after all of these years
I can still remember it! ;
What a gift she was-
A best friend, confidant and an
Angel in disguise;
Today, i find myself hungry for
Those tuna sandwich days...
And her sweet smile that would
Warm and assure the saddest and
Most confused of hearts;
I Miss you Joyce
And i love you.
July 12,2012
By: Theodora Onken
Dedicated to: Joyce Storms
1946-2005
poem by Theodora Onken
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For a taste treat, try tuna roe and thorny cardoons.
Large
The quiet man exploded
like a termite full of
poison through the air
and on the table with
used napkins and a
quarter for a tip to
go to waitress who
had served the man a
tuna on a bread with
mayo sandwich and a
coffee and a jalapeno
chopped and mixed
with beans.
poem by Rick Stokes
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