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Robin Carretti Aug 2018
In the faraway land,
trees smiling and nails
Not the escargot snails
Booming business sails
His name Rusty nails
Super rich paper shredding
Destroying fine print
paper and nails affair

Those hot leads faxing
The heart opens up than bleeds
What a mess misleads to
More hoarders
Trying so hard to get
over the U-S-A border
When you least expect it
Being searched papercut body

Like Honey Bee without
Hair like a beehive
foxy lady
No Jive rock paper scissors
Twisted sisters also drying up
All lines and spot
like a dark romance
Cheetah
Not the Samson and
Deliah race
Millionairess place
Became a swamp
Forest of racers
Super moon Gump
Lady and the *****
I am Instagram Disney Pixstar
Getting looks by far
Superwomen nailed her
With Starwars
European fellows

Soft clouds daze-like fun yellow
Emotionally their crying
Broken one scattered piece
of glass, please I see something
to smile about
Super rich why do they get
the VIP pass laughing
He's the roundabout
Someone with love handles
Can we handle all this
Getting drinks and hot lady
winks hit or miss
Racing their motorcycles
Dark glove handles
What Harley Davidson cycles
Is that your best reaction trying
Mirror my mirror on the wall
I am not buying it super
rich mechanic
The only one chosen mirror
She feels ******
Love can give you tumors
Dissect you who will direct you
You don't feel this is your time
The sunny side of the street
Sunnyside eggs over easy

The Speakeasy
Your hair of ringlets **** wavy
Did he nail your darker side beat
Bird up your nest feeders heat
Don't break me up to fall
The phone rings dingaling
Spiritual candles witch is dead
Your mind is somewhere else
instead
Just make your silk ties of the bed
Tied to your ankle I love you
How your hearts just dangle
"Having a nail full because you're single"
Were all linked into something
Yodeling, not the business
of smuggling
Knocking on heavens door
Super rich marble black and white floor
Hammering nails in the cabin
He's fishing the hooks how it fits together
hugging
Going up the staircase to heaven
What a big cliff-hanging nail diver

Zippety Zepellin*
Songs whole lotta love
How you've been nailed in
the blackout
Not a piece blackout cake
Canarsie at the pier
Out of nails, the darkness hits me
Bend over nails like the devil more rivals
Never to be resentful
Always pray to be needful
Her face value of her smile
Being poor her soul
stepped on

Too many men, not enough nails
But they got their thrills
New York City construction
worker
He's wiped out being hammered
nails hot drills
Such poorly written emails

Her heels got stuck
No stars to shine *Rusty bar
Starbucks

Her mind was a
bulletproof vest  
"Jane and *****"
"Plain Janes" movie cut
Of paper dolls
Being Nailed Bunny hunt
of tricks
But all weapons he nailed her the best*

Blood stem thorns
Italian love horns
Robin Redbreast tweet text
What holds us together
French **** nails
Fountain of golden coins

Lion heads or tails the door
Back to spam ham of emails
Super rich we may never be
But New York will always
be my kind of town
He nailed it so
many times

New Yorker super rich talker
Like a perilous time super
rich food delicious
Pygmalion how we nail our nation
Super Rich, I rather have a rich blend of my coffee and savor all the rich tones  I tune who wants to hammer the nails that not a girl wanting to have fun flavor my music all sounds. So much higher than anyone with money I love my honey on my face to the Spa Tra La La that's super rich it sticks
little slug
lived his life
thinking he was a snail
until a man came along
ripped off his shell
and covered him in salt
more about ****! sorry folks, i wrote a lot this year and just never posted it, so yeah. sorry that things are as grim as they are. i don't have so many love poems from this year.
Mahatma Jones Feb 2015
Paris is burning.
Tar streets boil in ecstasy as cobblestones shudder in fear.
The city is ablaze, a cataclysmic uproar,
multitudes of disheveled artisans carrying scorched canvasses,
singed paintbrushes and smoldering memory kits,
each individually packaged in flesh encased animal bags.
Flames leap from every heart,
racing down fire escapes into the arms of loved ones
who fret in the streets below.
Sidewalks hiss "Pleeeeassse"
then explode in a thunderous
"OH NO!"

Paris is burning.
Her watercolor tears, not out of sadness
but out of habit.
Rainbow stains for sinners and gentle madmen alike.
It's the end of love.

Paris is burning.
City officials, wearing smoke scented jackets and incandescent alibis,
(both in dire need of laundering),
tell ethnic jokes to the starving hordes of pressmen and reporters
who clamor impatiently outside.
A thousand horrible deaths search through the rubble
for possible survivors, insuring that there are none.
"these two rabbis walk into a bar, see.."

Paris is burning.
Centuries, like antique floral wallpaper,
turn brown, then curl at the edges,
rising in a spiral of thick, black,
gargoyle infested smoke.
It's the end of love.

Paris is burning.
C'est l'aroma fantastique in the air,
ah, but what is it? Escargot? Et vignon, flambeau, of course,
charred bouef, roast canard a l'orange, merci beaucoup;
Don't forget the '59 Cabernet du Normandy,
sipped slowly at a favored cafe but no, wait,
what is this, no.
It has all gone now, up in flames, all up in flames
merde..
so, you go to eat at the new McDonalds,
at the foot of the Eiffel Tower,
built in nineteen eighty-four
by a group of devout new-worlders and,
in the spirit of goodwill and brotherhood
that generally pervades these types of events,
shipped to France in a peaceful exchange
for another sculptural wonder,
the Statue of You-Know-Whatitty.
The enormous expense of this
gargantuan publicly funded project
was explained to the funding public as
a "social experiment", a test
to resolve, once and for all,
which of these two nations
is technologically superior to the other,
by determining which of the icons of modern civilization,
the fast food chain or the statue,
will best endure the ravages of time,
but alas, now,
as both the Tower de Eiffel and the Arches of Gold
are melting into one grande candle du ****,
France, it would seem, is up by one.

"Paris is burning", I thought,
"it's the end of love.",
when I first noticed the young hitchhiker standing by the road,
both lovely and lonely as life itself.
"Get in", I muttered, whilst the Louvre exploded
and was incinerated in the
thermonuclear meltdown at Chernobyl;
the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame were defeated at Waterloo,
and Quasimodo was traded to Cleveland for two femme fatales,
plus a hero to be named at a later date;
Joan of Arc got burned in an insider trading scandal;
Marie-Antoinette gave head to the Reichstag when
Napoleon deserted;
Descartes was discarded along with some rocks, worms and trees;
while the Seine simply evaporated,
and, two weeks later,
fell as rain over Nagasaki.

You see, my desire for her was so overpowering,
I would gladly have burned down any city
that she might have asked me to.

"Have you heard?",
I asked, as she got into the car,
lightly brushing my thigh with her hand,
"Paris is burning.
It's the end of love..."
(c) 1983 PreMortem Publishing
Tana Marie B Dec 2011
Men
are like french delicacies..

I've never understood
them
12/28/11
barnoahMike Nov 2010
In My Many Travels and dealing with the challenges of MAN'S MIND,  Teaching and Learning with each STEP;  I HAVE THIS "BURNING" DESIRE  ,   For the "W H Y S " of life.   SO,  I ASK OF YOU !!   Have you ENCOUNTERED  ANY OF THE   "FOLLOWING " ?__(#1)=  The Trail we Leave Precedes us,   BUT the Shadow,   do WE Lead or Follow.   (#2)=  "SHUCKS" said the Cowboy as He climbed upon the Steed,  forgetting to put on His SPURS,  NOW what would GOAD  the Ride,  to the SPUR store "OR" would a collection of *SHARP* words "WORK AS WELL" ?   (#3)=  Don't Tell Anyone,  BUT,  I have found a WORLD where the meaning of words are OBLIQUE to the words we use,  Can YOU believe it,  I've seen them !    (#4)  The NICE THING about being OBLIQUE,  when using "HIDDEN-MEANING"  words and Allegories,  the "ENEMY" *CAN'T  Hear the words of  TRUTH  COMING!    (#5)  Do YOU realize that Glistening afternoons "USUALLY"  result in "SHINING" attitudes for the Evenings;  "GO FOR IT !    (#6)= For Those  who are Still Rehearsing their LIFE;  It's time to go Stage-Front,  Turn off House lights,,Bring-up the SPOTS and see what "GOD" has in store for YOU !     (#7)=  I USED  to smell like Canteloupe,  THEN,  I discovered "ESCARGOT",  NOW I Smell like an "OIL-SLICK" ,  What is? The Price of a Barrell today ?      *(#8)= MY Songs are Not Just Words  Written on Paper,  BUT   the Voices from My VERY Heart and the Melody Has JUST Begun !  __"EVEN AS   I held them up to the GREAT-LIGHT   WITH HOPE= "YES"  *TRULY I Understand NOW the  "W H Y "  of "OBSCURE OBSERVATIONS".......
COPYRIGHT @ 2010    barnoahMike             Mike Ham
Sean Fitzpatrick Dec 2013
(I)
So concretey, these jungles
but not like this
Glass shards shoot up 45 stories
only to have tarp covered markets
populated by shouters

Oh, Powerpuff Girls on backpacks
one green
one purple
one pink
And 10 dollar Gucci bags
these people have it made
Four blocks from the world stock exchange
these people have it made

(II)
You ain't had won ton noodle soup
Or chicken feet
Or shrimp stuffed eggplant
Or food from Chinese franchise Pizza Huts
which happens to be an escargot joint
What does that say about US?
hopefully not much

(III)
Red taxis between every other car
Double decker busses
more common than city pigeons
Still the city finds time for trees
whiskery ents rising out of
ancient volcanic soil

You would think it's a city full of sin
Seven million souls, what-
that's higher than I can count
It's not
Everyone here is cute and wrinkly
Confucian
except for the young
These people have it made

(IV)
In this city, you're expected to stay
home with mom and dad
As they get cute and wrinkly
you're to return the love
Confucian
these people have it made
11 seated dinners
these people have it made

(V)*
Here in this ancient city
the gravestones dot the hills
coat the hills
And then the cremation jars bury the hills
(yes, they're dead)
cough*

Here's how a Chinese name is structured:
[family name] [given name]
Confucianism
and then these names fade too
These people have it made
but it's alright.
For everyone.
Olivia Kent Mar 2016
Crunch underfoot.
Climbing crawling.
Watch where you're walking.
The birds they are hungry.
Missing out to clumsy feet.
So are the French.
"ESCARGOT"
Bon appetite.....
Yuck.
(c)LIVVI
Cyril Blythe Apr 2013
"236 miles into the Atlantic.." the captain crackles,
I find the foils of snow and sand here,
dust and ridges etched ashore on Andes
mountain tops and the way
the wind seduces the elements to dance only
for her to laugh and slap down.

The escargot and garlic alligator
shift, below in crates. The drunken
feet stumble to the jazz of the
ocean and the timbre of the coconut ***
on their way to the formal dinner promised
in  this passage of escape. They saunter
but the ocean's sighs harmonize with her laughter.

"At night the opal blue sinks beneath black
but," she says, "I still see the jovial mist's blue dance."
So we toast with Shiraz and join the drunken
music with our drunken neighbors, souls drunk
and eyes feasting on oil candles and neon CARNIVAL
shot glasses that aid us, the broke, to run harder
into the night and away from the damnation of land.

I, you all, know that is what this is,
what vacations, rest, water, Advil, sunscreen
all promise and whisper and ****** until
they force your feet to dance so they
can laugh as they slap you down ashore,
awake,  thirsty, throbbing, burnt into the reality
you left for the past five glorious days.

Ah, and glory- you see?
The majesty of the waves and allure
of purple and green fade when compared,
remember? Nature is symmetry and
the depravity of pain pales in comparison
to the glory of salvation. Look to the sea,
see where Christ walked.
barnoahMike Nov 2010
Hundreds of the 5'x5' Treasure Containers  were all around me.   NOT just in a rambling fashion,  But in a PECULIAR ORDER,  As if someone had meant to lay out a PATTERN and Path.   Each was EMBLAZENED with the Curious Markings and right in the center of the PULSATING Markings that  Identified each container as to what LETTER of the Alphabet was being Displayed !   I was looking for that particular ONE  that contained Millions of FOLDED GOLD  Parchment Papers !  With a Singular "GOLD-LEAF" letter,  Right in the Center.   I heard a slight Humming coming from behind me !  Growing in intensity,,  Calling ME to the Source.   I RAN ! ! There it was !   "ANOTHER...CASE OF THE "D's "..  AND with the SAME WARNING instructions on the latch in small caps;  " OPEN AND SHARE"....    * I DID AND I AM __ (#1 )= DINGY-DRAPES=  Wraps to put around those things in your life that appear to be JUST a Little GRAY, the DRAPES bring SPARKLES ! !   (#2)= DITCH-LIFTERS=  Highly trained folks, able to promptly aid your recovery OUT of and FROM that PIT you may be visiting, they PULL YOU *OUT and cement it over , so you may safely nand Never Return ! !   (#3)= DISMAL-DAMPERS=  Made of Indestructible CARBON STEEL, custom fitted to make a perfect fit over your head,  Guaranteed SOUND-PROOF.  Additional Eye openings included so YOU can watch the EVIL Captain of DISMAY *rush-away ! !  (#4)=DARK-THIRTY=  An Electronic Badge that starts flashing and SHRIEKING,  as a Warning that you are about to go past the POINT OF NO *RETURN,,  if you go to far,,ALL LIGHTS START  "SHUTTING-OFF" ! !   (#5)= DISCOVERY-DINNERS=  A special set of FAKE EYE BROWS,,,comes in Four colors,,when applied ,,YOU WILL SAY AND REPEAT THREE (3) TIMES;;;"I used to smell like Cantelope,  Then I discovered Escargot,  NOW I Smell like an "OIL-SLICK" ,, ? WHAT IS THE PRICE  OF A BARRELL TODAY??   __ "  MEMORIZE THESE,,  AND I'LL SEARCH FOR SOME OF "DEEEZ"__ !~ !
copyright @2010   barnoshMike     Mike Ham
L A Rice Aug 2010
In 1973,
My father used a favorite shucking knife,
Its short blade loose in the wooden shaft,
To pry open rocklike oysters.

He passed them to us, his heirs
To the iced tea spoons, the fondue ***,
The escargot shells, the silver martini shaker,
And we would first check them for pearls

And then hold them, like religion,
Above our mouths,
Tip our heads back,
And let them slide over our tongues.

Yesterday, at Little Pond,
As March thawed the glassthin ice,
I startled at the cracking,
Welcomed the blade, sang the amen.
March 2009
Lily Flower Mar 2014
Dear, dear, don’t go out, dear
don’t move don’t play don’t do
stay, stay in my embrace, is my caress not enough for you?
i’ll hug your frame till the inside it flees for good
safe and warm and safe and warm

they’ve come and i’ve no way to go, stay
the door is closed, you see them drift by but don’t go, don’t go
heady bright fluorescents that drug, stay planted
with me dear, with me, don’t go
hold me back, closer, i’ll drop a kiss on your blank forehead
dear i love you, i love you, i love you

live thunderclouds in the sky, killing rain solidified underneath
they play haunting un-music, the silence absolute
and dear stop asking questions,
don’t talk about them don’t break under curiosity, stay still, stay silent
stay here in my embrace and let us comfort each other
dear shh, no don’t, don’t talk, because they’ll know
they’ll know they’ll know they know

dear you left me, i told you not
to go but you went through the door like a storm
and you closed it; the room is electricity as
i watch you move; cobbled streets
and then you are there in front and i wasn’t enough as
they reach tendrils to your cheeks and whisper the universe
you laugh and tessellate
and then you fall and crash and dissolve

dear i am alone
i still see you out there sometimes, purple and black
and blue where they loved you
a delicacy; escargot for the new reign
of apathetic gods who love and then forget and
dear, dear the house creaks where they brush by and i
miss those questions, wind in my ears
not silent prairie of fear and loss and grief

dear i love you
dear i am not enough
dear i am sorry
very rough and i think i might edit later, but it is inspired by a painting of these giant jelly fish floating through a city. the stanzas are jellyfish if you turn your head.
KM Aug 2013
Reports are that New York City
Has washed out with the tide
Give my regards to Broadway
The starless Manhattan skyline

The coffee shop patrons are oblivious
To what is going on outside
With latte in hand they don't realize
They'll soon be swimming for their yuppie lives

All the business men on Wall Street
Are stuffing money in suitcases
Hoping that they'll double as
Life saving flotation

All those spotless high fashion models
Are in heels trying to run-away
It's far too late for that now
Shouldn't have gone to work today

With Central Park underwater
It's now New Yorks finest fishing spot
Tossing fishing lines out of every high-rise
Using what ever bait they've got

From Escargot to caviar
Along with diamond rings for shine
To attract the fish for that special dish
On which the rich can dine

Once a place of so much fun
The island became it's own ride
When Coney Island washed away
As New York was pulled out with the tide
Collab with Mike Hauser :) seriously love working with him, even though I was kinda lazy with this poem and he did most the work ;)
Del Maximo Jan 2010
a delicious treat
for such a sweet little girl
she was soooo hungry
look in her eyes said it all
voracious, insatiable

finger licking good
greazy slimy decadence
nice presentation
gray matter smattered with blood
escargot consistency

sated and happy
she rested in the corner
basement was quiet
not thinking or caring much
just pleased to eat daddy's brains



Del Maximo
© September 26, 2009
Fay Castro Sep 2016
You ruined my perception
Of lights on the highway,
Drinks alone,
And steak dinners.

You ruined the smell
Of expensive Italian cologne,
New cars,
And escargot.

You ruined the sensation
Of fingers entwined in mine,
Car makeouts,
Opulence, and luxury.

You ruined everything,
From roads to white Subarus,
Black Chevies,
And radio music.

But I thank my lucky stars
That he restored everything
You destroyed
And I am complete again.
To the man who ruined me, and the man who fixed me up again.
Mike Hauser May 2013
I'm partying down at a Hollywood bash
The reason I'm here is that I crashed
I figured that if I would have asked
I would have been told to kiss their...

Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
I'm not even close to being a famous guy
Something I often ponder and question why
But that's another story for another...

Time to see if there's anyone that I know
As I'm rubbing elbows with the escargot
Something smells fishy at this table bro
Wondering should I stay or should I...

Go ahead and think what you will of me
I'm just here to meet Justin "The Bieb"
Once I do then I can leave
Wait a minute, in the corner is that...

She gave me a glimpse from behind the bar
I'd take her home but don't have a car
With that deduction I wont get very far
Still do you think she thinks I'm a...

Star light helps to guide me home
I was found out and kicked out of the Hollywood bowl
It's a lonely walk that I'm walking home
Hey look! Another party, what the heck, you never know...
Darbi Alise Howe Feb 2017
I hear they hoard Picasso’s like diamonds.

Excess is common—
escargot at a diner, Parisian no more,
cheapened slime beneath
industrial grade lighting.

Women
drawn and quartered, all cut up,
chaos-con-cube

hung from the wall of some
split-level apartment
where I hear a man
hanged himself
(and his children might, too*)

Their bitterness
licks at the paint
in ordinary strokes
driving down the value of,
what once was,
a masterpiece.
* GENETICS 101 will be taught next week (see syllabus).
Mike Hauser Apr 2015
Whilst perusing the internet
I happened upon a shopping site that
You could order the strangest kind
Of anything you find online

Like...

Dogs that talk
Pigs that fly
Birds that burp
Fish that sigh
Cows that cackle
Giraffes that might
drive your car
if you would like
Orangutans
with manicures
Floating souls
from the underworld
Ginsu knives
that slice and dice
A circus clown
that isn't nice
Chewing gum
that once was chewed
By the infamous
Mr.Magoo
A politician
that tells the truth
that is brand new
never once been used
A mirror that's
already cracked
with only six months
bad luck left
An iPod filled with
Disco tunes
A picture of Sean Penn
shooting the moon
McDonald's fries
with the salt licked off
A brown jar filled with
Whooping cough
A frog that comes
with its own warts
A visit from Mindy
minus Mork
A kite with only
half a tail
Escargot
that's really snail
Shorts once worn
by Daisy Duke
Scores and scores
of 70's Show tunes

Just about anything you would like
I found on this one awesome site
And desperately feeling the need
I ended up ordering one of each
Apparently this is what happens when I sit down at the computer and let my mind go....
It was fun though!
Lesley Feb 2017
O'blessed Darkness cover me
Blanket the rushing words & flashing blurs;
The disjointed fragments of blinking walls,
Lights crashing off and on,
Blue, red, green-the marionettes dancing,
So many together and all alone.
It is all a show.

The hiccup of life, the vomiting dream.
I see my life before me;

A slush of goo,
The stink of this world,
Or is that the scallops & escargot?
What have you done to me?

Everything I do myself-
This dream, this life...
Why do I hurt myself so?

Punching mirrors, ***** on porcelain.
Dark, thick-
My throne for many minutes...

Time ticking, time ticking-
I was unaware.
My wooden box was silent,
My wooden life is tragic.

The voices through the walls,
Through the fog and haze-
You okay? You okay? You okay?

I croak a positive.
I have no steady legs-
When have I ever?
I have no:
stable brain
clear thought
decisive moment
steady action
fruitful journey-
All slipping through my fingers...
Like the vomitous goo of tonight.

Everything we have, we lose.
Owning anything is an illusion.
Holding on is meaningless.

I want to go home.

(Everything is nothing)

I want to go home

(there is no sense in anything)

i want to go home.

Please, hold me now.

*©Lesley Wood
To hear reading:
https://soundcloud.com/lesleywood/riding-the-nitsua-dragon
Amy Childers Jun 2019
" Hello.
I am your waiter today and let me tell you our specials!

1. Pla Sum and Mole
2. Lachanorizo and Dosa
3. Fugu and Gazpacho
4. Escargot and Dim Sum
5. Italian-style salami and a Cheeseburger. "
                                                               ­            The customer:
                                                       ­                 " Can we just throw all of
                                                                ­           that              
                                              ­                             together and see how it
                                                                ­           turns          
                                                                ­           out? "
" Why of course we can!"
Please think about it for a sec.
Mike Hauser Sep 2016
I keep wondering over here
Whatever happened to Van Gogh's ear
The one he cropped in a fit of love
And was that before or after a few beers

Did he send it out in the post
With a return address
Did she at one time say Van lend me your ear
Did he exclaim I can do that

Was it red and gooey inside
Like a Valentines day surprise
When she opened it up and saw it was an ear
Could she belive her eyes

I myself am not a romantic
But I'm pretty sure this is not how it's done
At least not on this side of the planet
No matter how madly in love

Now that the ear of Van Gogh looks like escargot
Feel free to chew on that fact
Which brings me back to haunt my original thought
I wonder where the ears now at
Ryan O'Leary Jun 2018
If it wasn't for garlic
the autoroutes would
be congested with snails.
Ryan O'Leary Oct 2018
Behind our shutter
there was a snail in
hibernation.

Suction padded to
the wall, natural glue
better than Evo Stick ™.

Unfortunately, when I
tried to remove it, the
shell came undone.

And guess what, it is
a pure ******* of a job
to force it back inside.

          
               @
Joe Apr 2023
The snails look down on slugs
As vagabonds and vagrants
They shun them in the garden sheds
Get aggressive on the pavements

The slugs despise the landed gentry
Escargot **** yourselves they cry
But while they’re brabbling and bickering
Sparrows circle in the sky

The slugs slide in vain towards the hedge
And **** the snails to hell
But the snails no longer hear them
Safe inside a silent shell
Ryan O'Leary Jul 2018
En France, there is an illusion
where it is commonly perceived,
that the slower one moves the
longer one lives. This adage was
reinforced by Citroen, with their
l’escargot shaped deux chevaux.
kirk Mar 2021
Who needs a box of Sandwiches, who needs a plump Pork Pie
Snap those flimsy plastic Knifes, and bleed your Hip Flask dry
***** up your Paper Serviettes, kiss Plates and Cups goodbye
The War on Picnics has begun, and Coffee Beans will die

Bar B Q's will let them burn, checked Blankets can be ripped
Don't squeeze those juicy Oranges, all Bananas must stay zipped
Lock away your Wicker Baskets, cos Yogi's post is piped
The average bear has had his day, and smartness will be stripped

Cobs of Corn are wilting; they can't believe their ears
Asparagus has now been thrown, along with all the spears
Fresh Cream is left to curdle, Milk shaking through the fears
Too many Hops have been deflowered, so stick your crate of Beers

Who wants your Cheese and Onion, spin on my Sausage Roll
The march of Walkers has commenced, and Crisps have gone Awol
Let Iceberg Lettuce melt away, toss out that Salad Bowl
Tuna Fish has just got canned, so has the Dover Soul

Vanilla in an Ice Cream Cone, that's frozen to the scoop
Hard Boiled Eggs are going soft, so they've all flown the coop
A ****** on a Cocktail Stick, one ***** that's on the droop
Ripe Tomatoes are now squashed, pack up your Cup a' Soup

Chicken has turned rather fowl, Ham is now wafer thin
Kitchen Roll has given up, their towels have been thrown in
Farmhouse Loafs caught Cottaging, will take it on the chin
Candy Floss is so confused, and gone into a spin

Pizzas have fell like Domino's, they refuse to leave the Hut
Oyster shells are clamming up, so they are staying shut
Quarter Pounders lost their purposes, now they can't bust a gut
The bluntness of cheep Meat Cleavers, just didn't make the cut

The revolution of French Fries, cos they've all had their Chips
Slavery has come to pass, amongst the Walnut Whips
All Smoothies have had it rough, no blend without the Pips
Escargot are much to slow, so they can't pass my lips

Spaghetti tried to slip away, because it doesn't give a Fork
It's hairy for the Coconuts, but they're too shy to talk
Pepsi has been smoking Coke, as well as pulled Roast Pork
The Battering of the northern Puds, has forced them back to York

All the Grapes are souring; they have good cause to Wine
Nuts are turning to bad Seeds, upon the lonesome Pine
Pigs say that Bacon rationing, "is really just a swine"
We've grounded our Black Pepper, and of coarse it's now too fine

Fallen Fruits are badly bruised, too hard for any healings
A Jacket that once was snug, lost in Potato Peelings
Jelly has thrown a wobbler, why Trifle with its feelings
Biscuits forced into a Jam, so no more Dodgy dealings

Those Chillies are so lazy, Watercress will stay in bed
It's as easy as a piece of Cake, but the Beetroots seeing red
Margarine has hardened up, and the news has not been spread
Beef Wellington has had the boot, and there's nowhere else to tread

Apples are forbidden fruit, and Ribs are going spare
The Pastry has flaked away, from my sweet Chocolate Éclair
Will Lady Godiva ride again, to show off her lovely Pear?
Pringles popped and cannot stop, but they decline to share

Salad Dressing that gets caught, well isn't that just rude?
All the Kebabs are angry, because their Vegetables are skewed
Bottles are remaining corked; it looks like we are *******
Food unwrapped will go to waste, now that its in the ****

My Candelabra's round the twist, and it's getting on my wick
Pineapple Chunks and Silver Skins, are sliding down the stick
Unsliced Bread on your doorstep, I'm afraid it's much too thick
Fields of Crops aren't dusted off, so you can't take your pick

Peperami was an animal, but now he's just a yob
Gourmet food has lost its class, and turned into a slob
My Butter has now melted, Lurpak has got no ****
Donut holes are being filled, so ******* PC Plod

The Salt is in the Cellar, Sugar has got the Cane
Lollipops have all been licked, Crackers have gone insane
Soufflés refuse to even rise, and Tea has felt the strain
Frankfurter has to face Riff Raff, and won't be sweet again

Tarts who've lost their Cherries, are no longer sat on top
Unlucky Scones have been let go, so they've all felt the drop
Beans have done a Runner; fizzy drinks have all gone Pop
Cops are giving us a fine, cos they want Picnics to stop
On 6th January 2021 two friends were fined £200 each for travelling just five miles to Foremark Reservoir in Derbyshire for their daily exercise.
Jessica Allen and Eliza Moore were surrounded by police officers in the car park shortly after arriving in separate vehicles.
Both ladies were read their rights and was told that the hot drinks they were carrying were not allowed as they were "Classed as a picnic"

It seems a bit extreme to confiscate a cup of coffee and classify it as a picnic and maybe a case of over zealousness on the part of the Derbyshire police officers.
Incidents of this nature over the past year are increasing and as a result of this I have been inspired to write about it.
This poem is just a small part of a bigger document but I thought it was worthy of its own posting
Unfortunately the document in question is too large to post in its entirety so maybe I will have to post it in sections as I was going to post a link
As a small bonus I have also re wrote the Teddy-Bears Picnic to fit in with this situation I hope you enjoy them thanks for reading.

Coffee Becomes A Picnic:
If you go down to the lake today well that is a big mistake
If you go out for a walk today there's officers on the make
For ever cop that ever there was will gather there for certain because
Today's the day when coffee becomes a picnic

Every bent cop will be there to take your treats away
There's lots of marvellous things to steal including your steamed latte
Beneath their knees whenever they please
They'll lurk and prey then issue large fees
Cos that's the way the coppers define a picnic

Picnic time for two young girls
It's only two young girls walking around the park today.
Stalk them, catch them unawares
It's no picnic when drinks go astray

There are many cops about
So don't you scream and shout
They're arresting women in pairs
By six o'clock you're treated like baddies and they'll take you instead
Because they're trained in illicit affairs

If you go out for a walk today you better go on your own
It's lovely down at the lake today, but your safer to stay at home
Cos every cop that ever there was will issue fines for certain
Because the day has come when coffee is now a picnic
Salmabanu Hatim Sep 2018
On cobbled driveway,
the garden snail in great fear,
as my car sped by,
retreated into its shell,
didn't want to be an escargot.
Big Virge Jun 2021
Now This Is My Confessional...
I’m A Rhyme Professional... !!!

Whose Rhyming Skills...
Have Been Suitably Built...
Over Numerous Years...
of Having My Ears...
Be Blessed With Verse...
From The Best In The World...

Who’ve Used Hip Hop Rhymes...
To Inspire Young Minds...
Like Mine To Write...

Through Using Good Diction...
To Explain Our Vision...
of The World Through Rhythm...
And … RAW Lyricism... !!!

But To Really Show Folks...
That You Are A Rhyme Pro...

You’ve Got To Know...
How To Make Your Rhymes Flow  ...
Like... Escargot... !!!

Now You See That’s A Joke...
And The Type of Quote...
That Proves That I’m A Bloke...
Who Is One of Those...

Whose Verses Blow...
Like Them **’s You Know... !!!

Professionals...
Who Are... ******... !!!

And Use Their Bods...
Like My Pen Now Jots...

… All Sorts of Verse...
From Girls To The World...
And How Worms Turn...
Like Germs That BURN... !!!

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... Credible And Sensible...
And Reach Out … Just Like Tentacles...
Or Blood That Pounds Through Ventricles... !!!

My Mental’s INSTRUMENTAL...
In Creating Rhymes That Level...
The Spirits Who Are DEVILS... !!!

So YES My Verse...
Is The Type That WORKS...

ABOVE Where Amateurs Settle... !!!

Because I Choose To REVEL...
At Levels ABOVE Treble... !!!

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When It Comes Their Design...

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That Graces Morning Skies... !!!

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On Wrongs And What is RIGHT...
That Now Affects Our Lives... !!!

So Reflect On Past Times...
As Well As Current Vibes...

… From Corona To …
Stocks Now Brokered...
And Increasing Swarms of Locust...

Like A Pro I’m Always Focussed...
On Writing Flows So POTENT...
That They Leave...
Some Minds States BROKEN... !?!

SHATTERED And Left In TATTERS...
Because of The Subject Matter...
That Factors Into The Grammar...
That I Use Now Like...
Spoken Word Slammers... !!!

I’m A Lyrical... Fact Tracker...
Whose Mental State Is Blacker...
Than Those Once Known As Panthers... !!!

So Yes I Am An Attacker...
of Slackers And Them Crackers...
Who Treat Blacks Like We Matter...
When Truthfully They Dutifully...
Use Us And … STILL CAPTURE...

Black Minds Like Colonial Captors... !!!

But My Poems Are Those That REJECT...
What They Project And Now... INJECT...
As Being What’s Best For Black Progress...

So Their Money And Cheques...
Are NOT The Things That I Collect...
For The Thoughts That I Express...

Because What... STINGS...
When It Comes To Lyrics …

Is LOSS of Self To Be Like Heads...
Who Lose Themselves...
Just To Get Respect...
That’s Bred From IGNORANCE... !!!

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Is Where I’ll END... !!!

Because This Has Been...
… My CONFESSIONAL...

Through Rhymes That Express...

That Whether Or Not...
I’m Hot Like Bods...
Who Now CHART TOP...

That I’m A Lyrical BOSS...
Who Also Is A...

… “ Rhyme Professional “...
I most certainly am now folks !
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Jun 2019
What does a "wild man" look like?
Does he have long hair and a beard,
or does he look like Ted Bundy?
Or does he look like a Catholic priest,
because he is one, who has spent
most of his religious life molesting
boys? Or does he look like most
fathers look who systematically
**** their daughters as they are
growing up? Or does he look like
dictators who abuse from a distance,
ordering mass slaughters of civilians
as easily as escargot from a five-star
menu? What does a "wild man" look
like anyhow?

Copyright 2019 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Ryan O'Leary Aug 2018
Crows are back at
   our rookery in the
valley, after abandoning
the inclement heat of
         Provence.

Red squirrels get ready
for the chameleon of an
Autumn in camouflage.

Hunting season begun.

Pigs and peasants get
to meet at at the same
table, another encore of
"The French Evolution”

              avec

        Escargot’s et
Cuisses de Grenouilles.

— The End —