#flavours - Hello Poetry

No doubt. The piece of gum Naughtily stuck under a school desk Instead of thrown in the dustbin They say smoking's a disgusting habit But gum is messy Gets everywhere if you Aren't careful Nicotine gum? The bane of smokers They say it tastes Foul But gum Either way Comes in all varieties Sugarfree I favour Bad for the teeth Otherwise - Raspberry, strawberry, mint, spearmint The never-ending flavours of life On this planet

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Mar 12, 2021

Mar 12, 2021 at 4:47 AM UTC

speakalittlefr

Chewing Gum

No doubt. The piece of gum Naughtily stuck under a school desk Instead of thrown in the dustbin They say smoking's a disgusting habit But gum is messy Gets everywhere if you Aren't careful Nicotine gum? The bane of smokers They say it tastes Foul But gum Either way Comes in all varieties Sugarfree I favour Bad for the teeth Otherwise - Raspberry, strawberry, mint, spearmint The never-ending flavours of life On this planet

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╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮ Boiling syrup sweetened by the rose's water Blushing pink, from strips to cubes Dusted with icing sugar Small, gently perfumed, chewy, light Sweet! ╰⊰✿⊱╮

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Aug 16, 2018

Aug 16, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC

Lyn-Purcell

╰⊰✿ ́Turkish Delight'✿⊱╮

╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮ Boiling syrup sweetened by the rose's water Blushing pink, from strips to cubes Dusted with icing sugar Small, gently perfumed, chewy, light Sweet! ╰⊰✿⊱╮

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╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮ Finger-shaped from choux pastry Dark-gold, crisp, hollow Smooth vanilla pastry cream Pale-yellow, so rich Fresh chocolate ganache gently spread Bite! ╰⊰✿⊱╮

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC

Lyn-Purcell

╰⊰✿ ́Éclair'✿⊱╮

╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮ Finger-shaped from choux pastry Dark-gold, crisp, hollow Smooth vanilla pastry cream Pale-yellow, so rich Fresh chocolate ganache gently spread Bite! ╰⊰✿⊱╮

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Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? With your 'c' sounding names and you both being edible, Well I've got news for you boys, I think you're absolutely terrible. Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? Just because you both like soup and a little bit of season, It doesn't mean you should be so close, it's not a good enough reason. Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? You hang around in cardboard cartons, talking trash about other ingredients, Well its just not acceptable boys, and I'm really not feelin' it. Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? People think you're great, with your complementary flavours, Well I'm sorry boys, think you're tasty? Do me a 'kin favour.

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Oct 27, 2017

Oct 27, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC

Roguefish

Carrot and coriander (in Welsh miner)

Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? With your 'c' sounding names and you both being edible, Well I've got news for you boys, I think you're absolutely terrible. Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? Just because you both like soup and a little bit of season, It doesn't mean you should be so close, it's not a good enough reason. Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? You hang around in cardboard cartons, talking trash about other ingredients, Well its just not acceptable boys, and I'm really not feelin' it. Carrot and coriander, why are you so pally? People think you're great, with your complementary flavours, Well I'm sorry boys, think you're tasty? Do me a 'kin favour.

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Of that cold spring day when our hands froze Clutching cones of your favorite strawberry ice cream Of the following warm summer day when my favorite Chocolate ice cream coated our tongues Of that day we escaped our classes And found ourselves held captive By the soft cherry ice With nuts on top Of bubblegum sonnets, of almond praline declarations of love Of fig and honey serenades With soft coffee angels singing in the back And cookie cream cherubs whispering in our ears. Of the best first taste. Of the worst last lick.

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May 27, 2016

May 27, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC

aditi-kumar

Of Ice Cream and Sadness

Of that cold spring day when our hands froze Clutching cones of your favorite strawberry ice cream Of the following warm summer day when my favorite Chocolate ice cream coated our tongues Of that day we escaped our classes And found ourselves held captive By the soft cherry ice With nuts on top Of bubblegum sonnets, of almond praline declarations of love Of fig and honey serenades With soft coffee angels singing in the back And cookie cream cherubs whispering in our ears. Of the best first taste. Of the worst last lick.

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