#jean
Completed Jimmy Dean Breakfast
Sang to the tune of Micheal Jackson's original song Billy Jean-1983
Verse 1
With the milk poured-bowl of cereal, hash-browns and melted cheese
I said, "got coffee grinds, sugar and cream and a cinnamon bun-
a fried egg-on your toast golden brown.
Yea a cinnamon bun-with
a fried egg-on your toast golden brown."
Said "I just added sour cream, to the bagels with Philly cheese,
These pancakes almost burned, flip em' now-with a cinnamon bun,
a fried egg-on your toast golden brown."
Pre-chorus
Someone once told me, "be careful what you do,
Syrup goes terrible with salt... (Hee-hee)
And melted butter drippin' "be it food that's on the grill
And just add chives to as well, cold pizza's
Good breakfast to!"
Chorus
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on,
Bacon and Chorizo-just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know-the Waffles are almost done...
I just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know-the Waffles are almost done...
Verse 2
For forty danishes and for forty pies, granola on the side
Choice of sausage or oatmeal with jam? Pineapple and ham
And a fried egg-on your toast golden brown.
So next some cream of rice
Some croissants should do just fine
(Yea, real nice) Do just fine! (A-hoo!)
I asked could we have blueberry muffins (please?) lemon cakes with whipped cream
Maybe even Frittata's and strawberry's on the side, they should do just fine (Oh, oh)
With a fried egg-on your toast golden brown.
Pre-chorus
Someone once told me, "be careful what you do,
Syrup goes terrible with salt... (Hee-hee)
Whatever kind of pasta you eat
Huevos Rancheros with chili's
Beef hash and sauteed mushrooms
Even got egg omelette's too
Chorus
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on,
Bacon and Chorizo-just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know-the Waffles are almost done...
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on,
Bacon and Chorizo-just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know-the Waffles are almost done...
Just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know-the Waffles are almost done...
(Break)
Woo! Woo!
Chorus
Just put the griddles on, uh
Ya' know the waffles are almost done
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on,
Bacon and chorizo-just put the Griddles on,
Ya' know the waffles are almost done
No-no-no, no-no-no-no
Just put the griddles on,
Ya' know the waffles are almost done
(Outro)
Just put the griddles on
Waffles will soon be done
Put the griddles on
Yeah, yeah, Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on,
yeah, Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on, uh
yeah, Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on, uh
yeah, Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on, uh
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast Frill's on, uh
Jimmy Dean, Breakfast
Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 8:50 AM UTC
I came back to the poem with more ideas,
Trying to wake up the unsuspecting reader
To walk with them though my stories
I didn’t want them to think I was rapping
nor was I singing the blues
Poetry is no longer frightening
Like a sudden force of lightening;
Awakening your senses to the art
From the start: to the fuzzy end
I dared you not to walked away from this piece
However, I beg of you to read this piece with ease
Today, I wish that the little birds on my window
Will sing to me, but instead the cold morning breeze
kept them away:
An exciting dimension of their songs makes my day
Comes alive:
In my lucid dream last night, I saw beach goers
Watching the tides go in and out:
way down the harbor road
Their soak their feet in a stream
of warm running water
So I took a seat and I joined the relaxing crowd
Dreams are scarier, more than poetry.
**Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out
of the heart of darkness comes the light. ~Jean Giraudoux**
I came back to this poem with a sense of knowing, that a
Poet can survive everything but a misprint Oscar -Wilder
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
He sleeps. An enigma, his life bereft -
He lived then died once his angel had left.
It happened as simply as anything might,
As from day there follows the coming of night.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
You were never there
Of course. She was born
Too early or you too late.
But she was a beautiful
Dame, you think, turning
Over pages, gazing at her
Photographs, imagining
Her lips to kiss, her arms
To caress, her soft *******
Your pillows and what she
Was like in bed (alive that
Is not dead). However, she
Died too soon, way before
Your time. Old enough to
Have been your grandmother
Had she lived and had her time.
Too bad. She could have been
The best **** you never had.
But Harlow’s just a dream,
A useless thought, just a memory
Now in books and old guy’s heads
Who may or not have shared their
Beds. You were never there, but if
You had and the gods had been
Quite kind and let you meet and
Kiss and **** and love and live
To old age, you could have lived it
All and not have scribed the page.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
Interconnecting my genes into the Universe
So that every single thing is me.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
Jean Chevalier was
A Parisian man.
He led a simple life,
He had no big plan.
'La Résistance'
In took he part,
He felt it was right
In his Parisian heart.
The German soldier smirked,
Strapped in his ranks,
He looked down at Jean
And fantasised war tanks.
Jean was stuck in the métro
Since about half past three,
His stomach was aching,
A cigarette needed he.
The German Soldier, however,
Breaking the 'law',
Lit one up and
Opened his enormous jaw.
His pink, beefy face
Took a long drag,
Jean clung to his country,
Clung to his flag.
Jean gasped for a cigarette,
The soldier saw in his eyes.
But Jean managed yet
To stay dignified.
The soldier whips out a fresh one,
For Jean, condescendingly.
But without batting an eyelid,
Jean declares:
"Non, Merci."
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
(Pt. III)
After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
Well They've Made ....
A ... REALLY Good Start … !!!!!
They've Shot A Brazilian ... ?!?
Straight Through His Heart ... !!!
Of Course Those Words ...
Are ... NOT Quite Right … !!! ? !!!
He Was SHOT FIVE TIMES ..... !!?!!
At POINT BLANK RANGE … !!!!!
They Got REAL CLOSE … !!!
Putting Guns IN HIS FACE … !!!!!!
They CLAIMED ...
"He had a bomb !" …
But Alas They Got It WRONG ... !?!
They Made A ... " Slight Mistake " … !!!
Well Apologies WON'T Mean a lot ...
When Friends Are At ... HIS WAKE ... !!!!
There Is A PROBLEM Here ... !!!
They've Given The ALL CLEAR ...
For Policemen To ... “ SHOOT TO **** ” … !?!
SO Who Now Has To Fear ... !?!
Is it ... " WHITES " ... ???
It Would Seem ... NOT ... ?!?
“It’s Muslims and the other lot !”
The ... " OTHER LOT " ... !?!
Means Those Like ME ... !!!
Young Black Men On London Streets ...
So Much For Us Being ... FREE ... ?!!!?
FREEDOM NOW Is ... OBSOLETE ... !!!
Those With COLOUR WILL Now See ...
Much MORE of Those ... " NICE POLICE " ... !!!!!
Those Who Work For These MP's ...
Who Claim To REGRET Such TRAGEDIES ...
But STILL WON’T CHANGE Their Policies ... ?!!!?
This Is Now A HORRID Time ... !!!
Cos' Words Like These ...
May Be ... DEFINED ... ???
As ….. ” INCITEMENT ” …..
When It's Just Rhyme ...
This It Seems ...
Is Their Design ...
Pay CLOSE ATTENTION …
To The ... Following Lines ... !!!
“We wil imprison, or, deport !
anyone attacking, the values of The West !"
That's ... " Lord FALCONER "...
Our Lord Chancellor …
He'll Bring DISTRESS … !!!
To Me I Guess .... ?
For Things I Say ...
AGAINST THE WEST … !!!
Like ...
Freedom of Speech ...
Will Soon Be .... " DEAD " .....
Now I DON'T Own ...
A ... Bullet-Proof Vest ... !!!
But Who Needs One ... ?
When They're Aiming At HEADS ... !?!
Instead of ... ARMS ...
Or BETTER STILL ... " Legs " ... !!!
These People Are ...
Humanity's DREGS … !!!!!
Their TERROR LAWS ...
Are Like FISH NETS .… !?!
With ..... NO FISH ..… !!!!?!!!!
But ….. ” HUMAN DEAD ” ….. !!!
What They Say ...
Makes Me UPSET … !!!
Muslim THIS … !!!
And Muslim THAT … !!!
I’m NO MUSLIM ... !!!
That's A FACT ... !!!
Of Course It's WRONG ... !!!
To ... " SUICIDE BOMB " .... !!!
But ... " TWO WRONGS " ...
DON'T Make Things Right ... !!!
We're In DARK TIMES …
WITHOUT ... Much Light … !!!
When ALL WE DO Is Incite Fights ... ?!?
Just Because of ... " STEREOTYPES ” … !?!
This Is Why Innocents Will Die ... !!!
Tears Will Flow While Many CRY … !!!
Tears of SADNESS From This MADNESS ... !!!
MADNESS On ...
Your TV Screens ...
MADNESS On ...
Our City Streets ...
Madness That ...
Will Slowly ... " Creep " ...
YES …..
Close To YOU ... !!!
And Close To Me ... !!!!
DON'T DISMISS ...
Cos' You've Been ... " Missed " ...
At ANY TIME You Could Get HIT … !!!!
By A Policeman ...
Who Holds A GUN ... !!!
And Has The ... " OK " ...
To ... Make You RUN ... !!!!!
Just Like REDNECKS ...
Run From ..... “ SUN ” ….. !!!!!
Or ... I Do From ...
..... ” RACISM ” ..... !!!!!!
That's Something .....
I’ve Always SHUNNED … !!!!!
Because I Like ...
This Word HUMAN ... !!!!!
If You Shoot Me With A Gun ...
When I Bleed It's BLOOD That Runs ... !!!
KILLING Is NO SOLUTION … !!!!!!
They've Just KILLED Somebody's SON ... !!!!!
That's What Comes From ...
Using .... GUNS .... !!!!!
NEEDLESS DEATHS …
Rise Like The Sun ...
While Peace Now Sinks ...
Into ... " OCEANS " ... !!!
This AIN'T Making Life Much Fun ... !!!
Actually I'm Getting VEX ... !!!
Cos' I’m Thinking ...
Maaaaannnnnnnnnnn ……..
... " WHO’S NEXT ?!? " ...
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
I keep repeating things over and over again.
Over and over again.
And again and again.
I love my blanky.
Where's my blanky?
I think mom hid it under the pillow.
Mommy's putting on makeup.
Pat, Wipe, Pat, Wipe.
And I also pat and wipe.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
Oh Muse! endow my verses like the
grease
which in a pliable state, straightens
the choppy motion.
Dear Apollo! enlighten my words like
the hell fire
that light gives, yet a sharp gaze
broils the eggs*.
Oh wretched Hydes! weep but one
more time for me
for the constellation bears rain no
more.
Oh Jove! rain the one pacific upon me
for I will to drown myself today.
Ah flora! the color of spring has
blanched away
for the pompoms bloom ashen
Lovely Aurora! why you withhold
yourself from me?
She's glum with me, why trying you
too be?
Eye some Aphrodite! take care of and
preserve the winsomeness.
for the lass** knows no value, it has to
me...
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC