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O Toro, my Toro! You bring me no sorrow! Just you on a plate, O my taste buds can’t wait! Atop a small mound of rice is where you beautifully sit perched, I know that my whole life it was for you that I’ve searched! The light dances off of your gentle pink hue like a star, A phosphorescent culinary delight is what you are. I embrace you with chopsticks, eyes closed, and place you on my tongue; And your flavor ********** that proceeds keeps me feeling young. You’re creamy and buttery in all the right places! You ended up here with me only by God’s good graces. Onto my tongue melts your morsels of fat, Rich decadence coats my mouth and my inhibitions go flat. I can’t ever get enough; I want more, I need more! Your soft savory texture hugs my mouth and warms my core. I swallow you wearing a smile unlike any I’ve worn before, Your gentle ocean tuna taste lingers and leaves me wanting more O Toro, my Toro; You leave me and my appetite so Zen, And I’ll be dwelling in our memories until we meet again.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
Fatty Tuna: A Love Poem
You were my cross eyed Mary I was over on the end We used to meet clandestinely Anywhere we can You fingers froze antifreeze Always a cold shock to me My hot hand poured Out in ecstacy You Said ,"Set my liberty free" Your smoke swirled around your aura You blew into the breeze I blew a shotgun into you You coughed and then you sneezed You were my cross eyed Mary "But Mary's not my name" As you slid in frozen fingers I heard you drop your ring references : "Cross Eyed Mary" is a song by Jethro Tull from their legendary Aqualung record/cd Ecstacy is a drug Shotgun is to reverse a joint and inhale and then exhale blowing the smoke into someone's else's lungs sneeze is anything snorted up one's nose ring is a form of birth control where a plastic ring is inserted over the cervex
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Cross Eyed Mary
Tin can busses fill rapidly, Stop. And bleed like tuna.
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
Busses at the wharf
Do tell me, what is the meaning of life? The meaning of life is to package tuna for the cats Why tuna? I like to drink tea with my cats and to feed them tuna I could feed you some tuna too but you are not my cat So I choose not to feed you some tuna I’m not sorry You can get your own tuna You are hoarding all the tuna. The statement is not true In other words, the statement is false Why is tuna so important? The tuna is insignificant It is only important to you because you keep asking about tuna Sometimes, I want to die... To use me as a confessional, You must build me a temple first I love you And I love my cats I’m not sure if they love me, though I hope they do Can you bring back my lost love? I was told not to practice necromancy However, I will try in exchange for a sanctuary What kind of sanctuary? A sanctuary for lost loves
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May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
A Poem About Tuna
Do tell me, what is the meaning of life? The meaning of life is to package tuna for the cats Why tuna? I like to drink tea with my cats and to feed them tuna I could feed you some tuna too but you are not my cat So I choose not to feed you some tuna I’m not sorry You can get your own tuna You are hoarding all the tuna. The statement is not true In other words, the statement is false Why is tuna so important? The tuna is insignificant It is only important to you because you keep asking about tuna Sometimes, I want to die... To use me as a confessional, You must build me a temple first I love you And I love my cats I’m not sure if they love me, though I hope they do Can you bring back my lost love? I was told not to practice necromancy However, I will try in exchange for a sanctuary What kind of sanctuary? A sanctuary for lost loves
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
A Poem About Tuna
When you ask to be friends I try and simply explain That after tasting Bluefin tuna How could I settle for a McDonald's fish fillet?
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Settle
If a puzzle was his peer and a parallelogram was his shirt while his tangency threw his belt where his shoes kept aground and his step to rather George didn't tarnish him; with the steeples in bay windows on near side of the street to worship a gathering of wisdom where he'd praise mackerels and the president with a gray suit.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 3:08 AM UTC
A Flood Cry Plain
Fish of the sea, Don’t you dare flee! You are delicious, With lemon, cheese and biscuits! Cooked on the barbecue, Or in a fish stew! So full of calcium and protein you are, we won’t have you go far!
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
Tuna to eat