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"anchovie" poems
Contemplating the versatility of Mayo And all that can be done with it From the slathering on whilst sun bathing To globbing it on my bologna sandwich I find it tantalizing to the tastebuds And it sure does sizzle in the sun I once applied to much and set my toes on fire Lucky for me I lost only one Thank goodness I was near the water When my foot went up in flames I guess that's why God gives us ten toes In case we lose any along the way As with anything you can even get bored with Mayonnaise That's why I strive for different ideas So I put my brain juices into overdrive And came up with this amazing list Instead of milk in a shake you can use Mayo Please wait till the end for all the applause I'm still having trouble dealing with thickness And have yet to get it through the straw Perhaps if I leave out the ice cream And just add Mayo, milk chocolate, and ice I guess I'll just keep on experimenting When it's ready you can be the first in line And who doesn't like mayonnaise on anchovie pizza The perfect combination at best Even better than peanut butter and jelly If only I can figure out how to package it Mayonnaise is also the perfect conditioner You could leave it in your hair for days I suppose But try to avoid to much time in the sun After all...remember the toes I'm going back to my room for more ideas now Or as I like to call it..."The Mayo Think Tank" I know my family thinks I'm a genius Cause they always leave me in there for days
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
"Mayonnaise" You heard right..."Mayonnaise"
No flat filet of anchovie Is half so snug as you and me Packed oh so cozy, close and tight Tube-travellers on a Southwest flight Tucked in a soft reclining chair We breathe the keroscentic air Peanuts and cheese-nips for a feast Cuisine de Southwest, flying east With nearly nothing on our plate Let's use our near-starvation state Creatively, for we can fly it As an impromptu enroute diet Charon the captain of our flight We jet across the Styxian night Yet hopeful that beyond the gates Some bona fi-de' food awaits Airline Infernal ! Flight Eternal ! Scribble, scribble in your journal Never, ever go again, with this mechanicien No more the lines, no more the crunch But if you just must; pack a lunch.
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
The Flight