En.Citatepedia^®.ro

High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad.

Barbara Kingsolver in Life Without Go-Go Boots
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

High Fashion

I know a sexy little girl
She's never in the low class world
This woman is all the way vogue
High Fashion is where her money goes
She dines at Le Dome up on the strip
Cheap liquor never touches her lips
Her brandy's imported every week
No problem, 7,000 easy
High Fashion is where her money goes
High Fashion - This girl is all the way vogue
She's never in the low class world
High Fashion - Stuck up little rich girl
High Fashion
High Fashion, yeah
I met her dancin' at Le Dome
I offered dinner at my home
She said no, all of her friends laughed
Funny how the laughin' stopped when I flashed all the cash I had
(I'm talkin') $1900 is 2 much cash 2 hold
One of my boys had 2 carry half, now honey U know that's bold
Wait a minute
She had the nerve 2 ask what kinda car I had
"Honey, I'm ridin' in back of a Rolls Royce limo custom-painted plaid!"
High Fashion is where my money goes
High Fashion - Honey, I'm all the way vogue
I'm never in the low class world
High Fashion - And I just love little rich girls
(High Fashion) High Fashion (High Fashion)
Hot Station - I took the child 2 my crib
Donation - Do U take or do U give?
She took one look at the swimmin' pool
I said "I'll donate" - We were 2 swimmin' fools
High Fashion is where our money goes
High Fashion - All the way vogue
We're never in the low class world
High Fashion - Don't be a little stuck up rich girl
All the way vogue {x2}
I'm all the way vogue
Yeah, yeah
(High Fashion) {repeats in BG}
Dinner at Le Dome
Little girl
Money man
I'm the money man
Money man {x2}
High Fashion {x4}
Ohhhhh
(High Fashion) {x2

song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

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
Vote! | Copy!

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
Vote! | Copy!

Heartbreakers Beach Party

Heartbreakers beach party yeah!
Heartbreakers beach party yeah!
Well were gonna have a cookout
Were gonna wear mumus
Well have potato salad
A lot of wieners too
Heartbreakers beach party yeah!
Heartbreakers beach party yeah!
Well were gonna do the dogs
Were gonna do the swim
Well wear mosquito repellant
Play on the jungle gym
Heartbreakers beach party yeah!
Heartbreakers beach party yeah!
Alright jones, lets dig some clams
Boy Im tired, lets go have potato salad
...okay, another modern classic

song performed by by Tom Petty
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

I think someone should have had the decency to tell me the luncheon was free. To make someone run out with potato salad in his hand, pretending that he's throwing up, is not what I call hospitality.

Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

The Fury Of Cooks

Herbs, garlic,
cheese, please let me in!
Souffles, salad,
Parker House rolls,
please let me in!
Cook Helen,
why are you so cross,
why is your kitchen verboten?
Couldn't you just teach me
to bake a potato,
to bake a potato,
that charm,
that young prince?
No! No!
This is my county!
You shout silently.
Couldn't you just show me
the gravy. How you drill it out
of the stomach of that bird?
Helen, Helen,
let me in,
let me feel the flour,
is it blinding and frightening,
this stuff that makes cakes?
Helen, Helen,
the kitchen is your dog
and you pat it
and love it
and keep it clean.
But all these things,
all these dishes of things
come through the swinging door
and I don't know from where?
Give me some tomato aspic, Helen!
I don't want to be alone.

poem by Anne Sexton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Grateful for Traditions

Thick the gravy made did sit.
With turkey giblets tempting,
The licking of awaiting lips.

Dressing prepared,
Next to a glazed honeyed ham.
With collard greens smelling good,
As the potato salad nestled close
To chit'lins and delicious candied yams.

Pumpkin, apple and sweet potato pies...
Filled the air with anticipation,
As the black-eyed peas and rice
Were passed by!

Heads are bowed in prayer...
Giving thanks for blessings,
And grateful for traditions!
Feeding a heritage nurtured well,
When families gather...
For these feasting eating missions!

'Grandma...
Will you tell grandpa to stop talking,
And pass the fried chicken...please! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets "iffy", and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.

quote by Erma Bombeck
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!

We’ll go to the mountain, you and I

We’ll go to the mountain
that overlooks the sea
climb up one of its peaks
and from high
where it almost
touches the clouds
on Helderberg Mountain view
the dark blue sea,
see trees lined in rows.

I’ll spread a blanket
from where you’ll face
into the breeze
which will play
with your auburn hair
and maybe we’ll catch
some wild doves in the trees
up there
and see them frolic and
count the houses
along the golden shore
and wait for some time
and then some more.

We’ll have a picnic
and eat some roasted chicken
and potato salad
if you want,
and drink some fresh water
from a mountain spring
and have some apple pie
if we brought some along
and later have some champagne
and you’ll be mine
and I will be yours
and when we are done
we will go home again
while we watch the beach,
the ocean and the sky
and down we’ll walk
just you and I.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Less Seductive

Less seductive than potato casseroles,
some women don’t deserve from me a ballad,
to get one, they have got to please me with their roles,
more like chopped liver than potato salad.
My favorite women arfe not entrées but desserts,
tiramisu, a sherbert or a crème
brûlée, and after I have cleared my breath with Certs,
I get rewarded by most fatales femmes.
I’ve learned that making unforeseeable what life
becomes can be for sexual tastebuds most exciting,
and since my unchaste chef is my blue-ribboned wife,
I do not worry about wine and lighting.

Inspired by Kenneth Turan’s comment, LA Times, September 2008, reviewing “Appaloosa, ” comparing the seductivness of Renée Zellweger, playing the role of Allison French, to that of a potato casserole:

Given the marked lack of piano-playing women with extensive wardrobes in Appaloosa, both Cole and Hitch are smitten, albeit to varying degrees, with the newcomer. Which really is too bad. Though the press notes insist that Allison French is 'beguiling, ' the reality is that she is anything but. With a simpering manner that offers all the charm and seductiveness of a potato casserole, she is not only unconvincing as the object of multiple suitors, she is also so off-putting a character that you wince when she comes on the screen. Though the Oscar-winning Zellweger has been excellent when she matches up well with the roles she plays, this is not a part she connects to at all. French is such a distraction that it's difficult to focus on the rest of 'Appaloosa's' plot, which involves the attempt to bring that reprobate rancher to justice and the working out of various romantic entanglements. One of the best lines in 'Appaloosa's' script talks about how fate has a way of making 'the unforeseeable that which your life becomes' and the way French's presence derails the entire enterprise is also something no one had the vision to foresee.

11/27/08

poem by Gershon Hepner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

But I like mango

if it's my market I want to say
I don't like it when the eaves are dropping
potato is cheap the beans are at hand and it's ok
the onions would slice me there's too much to peel
the salad seller I'm sure he'll cheat
the eggs will be broken I'm too clumsy
and I don't think the lamb and beef
are happy smiling in a butcher's shop
my economy branches are fragile breaking
they're selling it all to me
I'm so full of my bags will stagger home unnoticed
and wonder 'so what are we cooking today'

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Word Salad

Like veggie salad tossed here and there
Random words mix up good meaning
Spiced up musings everywhere
The taste of which is quite confusing.

So I looked and read classic poetry
Perchance there find some gourmet score
Hoping my diligence gets the recipe
For the word salad I am looking for.

Salads taste nice with a little dressing
And thrown about words may hit some cue
I guess I could never do salad writing
So I stick to rhyme in the poems I do.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

June

Grilled hot dogs and burgers are the gods of June,
Downed with chips and soda under a silvery moon.
Then there’s a story accompanied by a favorite ballad
Spiced up with some slaw and mom’s potato salad.

Trees and flowers explode in a cascade of tones.
Clouds hail the heavens as they rise from thrones.
Ponds are reborn from life within and on their shore.
Fish, fowl & frog feed and breed in peace once more.

Weddings abound in this month of joy.
It’s the start of freedom for every girl and boy.
Friends and fun need to be the words of each day
As Gemini declares the year is nearing half way.

poem by Gregory Huyette
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

My Love (2)

I love to undress it,
but sometimes I can't wait,
and have it from the oven,
on a steaming hot plate.

It likes to be soaked
with butter, beans, or peas.
Oh, the scrumptious potato,
it does like to please.

But it also plays it cool
in front of the salad.
It knows how I like it
when she teases my palate.

But to be honest I prefer it
when it's wallowing in gravy,
Mmm, those tasty hot potatoes
will drive anyone crazy.

Doesn't it smell voluptuous
with salt and vinegar
when dressed in an open
newspaper wrapper.

And when it's fluffy and soft,
with milk and butter,
it's so seductively adorable,
there's nothing better.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Hey Dad

Remember the bird house you built so well…
Or the skunk sharing with me his perfumed smell?
And how you fixed all the broken bikes
So that there was fun for each of six tikes?

Then when each old TV had a quirk,
You found just the tube to make it work.
In winter you fixed every sled.
In summer oh those times when you said,
'Let's go for fun and fishing at the lake
To eat as much potato salad as mother can make.'

And your place at the dinner table was just right
To preside over lively, loving meals every night.
Hey Dad, I'll never forget your wise advice.
I just wish you could come back and live twice.

poem by Gregory Huyette
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Petri-dish

Your love is like salad in a salad Petri-dish,
But, bounded in the myth of paradise! !
However, the pivoting labour of your muse acts like flaccid breasts;
And, tomorrow is the opening of your hot meal to the masses,
For, you are very much noted in this village.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

We don't need a melting pot in this country, folks. We need a salad bowl. In a salad bowl, you put in the different things. You want the vegetables - the lettuce, the cucumbers, the onions, the green peppers - to maintain their identity. You appreciate differences.

quote by Jane Elliot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!