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Playing 'Top Host

Humour intended:

I invited a close friend to dine with me
then to play golf, returning for tea.
The day was fine, no cloud in the sky
so the culinary items I decided to buy.

I purchased a joint of fine sirloin steak
and yorkshire puddings I would bake;
plenty of vegetables cooked just right
with rosemary sauce as an added delight.

A favourite sweet ~ peaches and cream
fitted the menu like a splendid dream!
My table was laid as the clock struck one
and with much relief the cooking was done.

Now...that expected knock on the door;
my friend had arrived to goodies galore,
but as I was just set to play the 'top host'
all he asked for was scrambled egg on toast.

poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Friends

Just sit yourself down friend
Pull up a chair friend
There aint nobody here friend
But the people you need
Roll yourself a joint friend
Empty your head friend
Make yourself at home friend
This is where you belong
Chorus:
Put your feet up on the fire
If it makes you feel much better
Have a glass of homegrown wine
Dont you think it tastes fine
Tear you away friend
On a planet to space friend
Faster than you can think friend
Youll be there before you know
(agnew, charlton, mccafferty, sweet)
Mountain music/carlin music
1972 nazareth (dunfermline) ltd.

song performed by by Nazareth
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New Menu

It seemed I would dine on heartbreak
Every night that I came to know
Until you came knocking on my door
Brought me a new menu to live by
Dining on kisses and laughter
With a side dish of a best friend
The old meals became forgotten
Where a new pallet was brought
And I’ll make that call sometime soon
Delivery to my door from your menu
Come knocking again any night
Bring to me a healthy dish to eat
Let us dine on a meal for two
Conversation starters followed by a kiss
And the laughter we drink together
It seemed I would dine on heartache
Then you found me or I found you
And now in the night we dine
On something we can call healthy
Chosen from our menu

poem by Matthew Holloway
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An Invitation.

She invited Joey
to her apartment
on the second floor

and as she opened the door
her dog came
barking along the hall

Shut up Bonaparte
she said
Go away

and the mutt walked back
with its tail
between its legs

to its basket
under the table
and she ushered Joey in

and closed the door behind her
and said
What would you like to drink?

tea coffee coke beer?
Coke will be fine
he said

and she told him
to go sit in the lounge
and once he sat down

he looked around the room
and on the small table
by the sofa where he sat

was a photograph of her
and her husband
taken on their wedding day

she dressed in white
and smiling
and he in a black suit

like a hit man
in a mobster movie
and she came in

with his coke
and set it on the table
by the sofa

and then went out again
swaying her behind
which made him smile

then she was back
with a tall glass
of white wine

and she set it down
on the table beside him
and sat down

and began talking
about the night
he had met her

and her husband
in the bar in town
and how she had invited

him over to meet her husband
and he had bought them
both a drink

and while her husband
talked to his friend
she had flirted with him

and made him laugh
and how after that
they'd all meet

on Friday evenings
in the same bar
and her husband

had invited him
to their place
to play chess

and he remembered
how he used to play chess
holding off letting

her husband win
so he could stay longer
and see her more often

and then she leaned over
to get her drink
and she put one hand

on his thigh
and reached over
for her wine

and he smelt her scent
and the brush of her hair
as she leaned over him

and having her glass
she leaned back
her hand still resting

on his thigh
and that look of mischief
burning in her eye.

poem by Terry Collett
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The 'I Like' Poem

I like to rollerblade.
I like to run.
I like to say jokes.
I like to have fun.
I like to spend time with my friends.
I hate it when the fun time ends.
I like to play football.
I like to play soccer.
I like to play with my friend Jimmy Crocker.
I like to sit down at the table on my comfortable seat.
I like to eat ice cream and brownies,
Its my favorite treat.
So now you know that everybody likes to do different things, just like my friend who likes to listen to a famous man that sings.

poem by Benjamin Carver
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Your My Best Friend

You're my best friend
I love you
I would never ever forget you
I want you to like me too

What a nice friend!
You never get me in trouble
You are fair
Playful
We like to study together
Play together
Eat ice cream together
So Sweet
So Smart

Genius boy
Cool person
I would kiss you
I love you because you're my best friend

I would forgive you
You're my best friend
My best friend forever

poem by Jesikalee Gregory
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Dining Table

A lavish dinner has arisen from the depths of cookery,
One blade is too many, one knife can cut and kill.
The food of heaven is a dish too fine, and plenty
Of it is causing the belly to be satisfied, with the mind at ease.

The supper is splendid of course, sumptuous,
So splendid, and it hurts inside the mouth with the tongue.
So much has been fulfilled lately, that I cringe,
And I mutter to myself the illnesses all absent.

A dinner is a food collected by cooks, eaten by heroes,
The many who dine are liking comfort and heat.
The table is abolished as we see it be empty
And more like a table too dirty, once too full.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Cloud Nine

(Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong)
[B side of Youngblood YB 1017, 1970]
Settin' at home the nights weren't very pretty
I was born and raised in the slum-filled city
I left home seekin' the job that I never did find
Depressed and down-hearted I took to cryin'
I'm doin' fine, so very fine, on cloud nine
Listen
Father didn't know the meaning of work
He disrespected momma and treated me like dirt
I left home seekin' the job that I never did find
Depressed and down-hearted I took to cryin'
I'm doin' fine, so fine, on cloud nine
Let me tell you about that
Doin' fine, on cloud nine
Fine fine fine
Listen
Folks up there tell me
Said give yourself a chance and don't let life pass you by
You know it's a dog-eat-dog world
Woman it ain't no lie
I'm doin' fine, so fine, on cloud nine
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine
Doin' fine, on cloud nine
Doin' so fine, on cloud nine
Doin' fine, on cloud nine
Oooh
Doin' fine fine fine

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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I'm Fine

My old friend
He never said a word.
'I'm fine he said.
That's all I ever heard.
We played some cards,
Drank some beer
and when I asked him
about his life
All I'd ever hear was
I'm fine. I'm fine.
I should have seen the sign.

Once in a while
a tear was in his eye.
Shouldn't I have known
a man doesn't cry?
A man just lives
the best way he can.
He never complained
right up to the end.
He held my hand tight.
He thanked me for the card games.
He died that night.

My old friend
you never said a word.
I thought you were okay
'cause all I ever heard was
'I'm fine'.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Feline Mind

What wonders would I find,
O friend of mine,
If I were to journey into thy mind,
O friend feline?

Everyday the planets would align.
There would be fish and bird a-plenty and fine.
Eighteen hours of sleep everyday,
and time to groom and eat and play!

A window into the feline world art thine eyes,
where it matters not if something dies.
For life is for fun and games,
but alas! O my friend, thou hast no dame!

poem by Soren Valentine
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A Fine Romance

A fine romance, with no kisses
A fine romance, my friend this is
We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes
But youre as cold as yesterdays mashed potatoes
A fine romance, you wont nestle
A fine romance, you wont wrestle
I might as well play bridge
With my old maid aunt
I havent got a chance
This is a fine romance
A fine romance, my good fellow
You take romance, Ill take jello
Youre calmer than the seals
In the arctic ocean
At least they flap their fins
To express emotion
A fine romance with no quarrels
With no insults and all morals
Ive never mussed the crease
In your blue serge pants
I never get the chance
This is a fine romance

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Pssht....

pssht...... everyone wants
to hear but no one
likes to listen

good and bad make it

sense

early morning is a coffee,
a finger tip

and lips
that save

a table dine, where issues
and concerns are fine
a cream of sweet honey

in a table meet, where our
minds meet....pssht...

poem by Antonio Liao
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Without A Wok We Can't Have Our Stir Fry

My children asked me to go for a walk,
In unison we stared at each other,
The look on my face was of total shock,
So they ran off to see their Mother.

They said they were sorry but they'd try to cope,
Beans on toast would be fine,
For other nutrition there's plenty of scope,
There's so much more on which we can dine.

What in Gods name were they talking about,
I then told them to put on their shoes,
I could last for miles when I was a scout,
That comment didn't seem to amuse.

Have you no sympathy Dad you're very cruel,
You'll have our Mother in tears,
The way you're behaving is so un-cool?
I thought all is not what it appears.

My children wanting exercise just couldn't be true,
That's when I started to worry,
The both of them struggle just to walk to the loo,
But here they were both in a hurry.

Mother needs comfort not sarcastic jibes,
I asked why is she feeling unwell,
They said no it's to our welfare our mother subscribes,
On that front she will always excel.

I asked her if she was feeling alright,
She said yes but why do you ask,
The kids wanting a walk has given me a fright,
They're looking upon it as some wonderful task.

She said I burned the pan whilst cooking,
It was damaged beyond repair,
The reason, well I wasn't looking,
That happening to me is so rare.

We asked them both what their problem was,
They said without one they'd probably die,
With tears in their eyes they both took a pause,

‘'Without A Wok We Can't Have Our Stir Fry ‘'

poem by Bri Mar
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A Fine Romance

Dorothy fields / jerome kern
A fine romance, with no kisses
A fine romance, my friend this is
We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes
But youre as cold as yesterdays mashed potatoes
A fine romance, you wont nestle
A fine romance, you wont wrestle
I might as well play bridge
With my old maid aunt
I havent got a chance
This is a fine romance
A fine romance, my good fellow
You take romance, Ill take jello
Youre calmer than the seals
In the arctic ocean
At least they flap their fins
To express emotion
A fine romance with no quarrels
With no insults and all morals
Ive never mussed the crease
In your blue serge pants
I never get the chance
This is a fine romance

song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Beans Taste Fine

Now a friend of mine, way back in Chicago
You know, he finally made his pile.
Well he got himself a mansion on Butler and Sheff
An' he was livin' in the latest style;
But I run into him, he was eatin' in a greasy spoon
While parkled in front was his big limousine.
I said, 'Buddy, you've got so much money
How come youre in here, eatin' beans?'
An' he said
'After you've been havin' steak for a long time,
Beans, beans taste fine.
An' after you've been drinkin' champagne and brandy
You gonna settle for wine.'
He said 'The world is funny, and people are strange,
And man is a creature of constant change, and
After you've been havin' steak for a long time
Beans, beans taste fine.'
Now, you know I ran into another friend of mine
In a rowdy old Clark Street Bar.
I said, 'Friend, is it true what I heard about you?
I heard you married a beautiful 18-year-old shapely movie star,
Yet here you sit, tryin' to make out with some barfly
Who's too old and ugly to be true.'
He said, 'Shelley, you're still a very young man
So sit down. I'll explain it all to you.
He said
'After you've been havin' steak for a long time
Beans, beans taste fine.
An' after you've been drinkin' champagne and Chivas Regal
You gonna settle for Thunderbird wine.'
He said 'The world is funny, and people are strange,
And man is a creature of constant change, and
After you've been havin' steak for a long time
Beans, beans taste fine.'

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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On Any Other Day

You want something corny?
You got it
Theres a house on my street
And it looks real neat
Im the chap who lives in it
Theres a tree on the sidewalk
Theres a car by the door
Ill go for a drive in it
And when the wombat comes
He will find me gone
Hell look for a place to sit
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
Cut off my fingers in the
Door of my car
How could I do it?
My wife is proud to tell me
Of her love affairs
How could she do this to me?
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be ok on any other day
And it would be ok on any other day
Throw down the morning papers
And spill my tea
I dont know whats wrong with me
The cups and plates are in a
Conspiracy
Im covered in misery
My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg
My teenage daughter ran away
My fine young son has turned out gay
And it would be ok on any other day
And it would be ok on any other day
And it would be ok on any other day

song performed by by Police
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Show Some Love

In fairyland all the fairies
Love to laugh and play-
Even all the fairies know
Poets who are sweet and kind
With a sense of humour
Are the best of friends
You don't have to look hard to find
A real friend, who will laugh and play
If you know how to be a friend-
Even all the fairies know
If you haven't anything nice to say
Don't create a bad day..
If you are a real poet or poetess
Show some love, if not go away!

poem by Rachel Nichols
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Living Within Reduced Means

Variety may be the spice of life...
For those who can choose,
Whether or not...
To have beans and rice,
With a taste for steak.
Thawing to roast and bake,
In a pre-heated oven.

Some today see variety as a luxury.
And preparing rice and beans,
Has become a daily ritual.
Since fixed budgets,
Have arrived on their scenes.

Living within reduced means,
Is a reality for many that has demeaned.
And those still fortunate to have variety,
In their lives...
Stretch limited paychecks,
Realizing they have no idea...
What each day to them brings next.

Yet hopeful they are,
What is enjoyed today for them stays.
At least until that steak that thaws,
Is cooked.
And delivered in a presentation,
That is well done with vegetables...
Dripping deliciously and sautéed.
As seen in gourmet cookbooks.

And leftovers are as appreciated...
Without getting a dirty look.
From someone who believes...
An abundance of choices,
Will remain to feed their greed.

And prayers received are answered,
That returns them to an accustomed...
Feast of gluttony.
Without the fears of retribution,
That the stolen beef they eat...
Will not be taken from them by other thieves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hound Dog Man

Hey, hound dog man,
Where you been now,where you been?
I wish that you were back,
It was too good to ever end.
Once in a while someone like you
Will give everything for what you wanted to do.
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend play it again.
You gave the world a whole lot of joy
Now that aint bad for a country boy
I just knew you could not lose
The way you sang rock and roll and blues.
I still think about these things
And the memory that it brings
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend,play it again.
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend,play it again
Sometimes I think about james dean,
Sammy cooke and my teenage queen.
Doo ron, de ron, de ron,
Marilyn monroe and hot rod fun.
I still think about these things
And the memory that it brings.
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend,play it again.
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend why did it end?
Hey, hound dog man,
My old friend, why did it end.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Croquet by Moonlight

On a moonlight evening, in the month of May,
A number of young people were playing at croquet,
They mingled together, the bashful with the gay,
And had a pleasant time and chat, while playing at croquet.

CHORUS:

This play they call croquet, croquet,
This play they call croquet,
It is amusement for the young,
This play they call croquet.

On that pleasant evening, the moon shone clear and bright,
And every heart among that crowd was filed with great delight.
It was a merry party, for lady Dell was there
Her merry laugh above the rest was heard by all, so fair.

CHORUS: This play, etc.

She was the belle that evening, admired by great and small,
And all the boys liked to play with the girl and blue ball.
She was a splendid player, so lively and so gay,
For she was skilled in playing that pleasant game croquet.

CHORUS: This play, etc.

Two young men among them, that loved this pretty Dell;
Although I write about them, their names I will not tell.
They were fine young fellows, so bashful, and yet so gay;
They tried to beat the girl that with the blue ball play.

CHORUS: This play, etc.

Ah! with those handsome fellows, Dell thought she'd have some fun,
"The one of you that'll catch me, may see me safely home."
The play began in earnest, between those fine young men,
To catch the girl with the blue ball, was impossible for them.

CHORUS: This play, etc.

She went around the play-ground, so full of life and gay,
She left them at the farther arch, so she beat them at croquet.
It was late that evening, and as I went away,
I know not how they came out, in that pleasant game, croquet.

CHORUS: This play, etc.

So croquet by moonlight is pleasant, as you see,
For business cares were laid aside, in that little company.
So playing at croquet, croquet, so playing at croquet,
It is amusement for the young folks, this play of croquet.

poem by Julia A Moore
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He watch the non-restricted Marathon sitting on the star class hotel roof top!

Some barefooted
Some with their sport cars
Politicians in their Supersonic Jets
And some with knotty walking sticks!
Judgers watch the run from the sky in their Rockets.
Is this a melodramatic dream or a nightmare?
The poor vagabond got some coupons
For the luxury hotel from a Call girl!
And he reads the menu prined in golden letters.
Menu & prices subjects to change without notice.
We accept visa and master cards, no personal checks.
And sales Tax will be added.
Beer & Wine, dine in and take out?
Hot appetizers, soup, seafood, chicken
Pork & beef, fried rice, chow mein, chop suey
Egg food young and vegetables.
He's surprised the mixed vegetables
Cheaper than the other dishes
Named as 'Buddah's feast'
And he ordered that plate thinking of Nirvana!

* I have heard children whistle.I have heard teenagers whistle, but I do not hear many older people whistle.What a sad thing, but this doesn't have to be so.
-A song of God!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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