"hoagies" poems - Hello Poetry

"This is a song..." "This is uhh, This is a new song..." "It's through the eyes of one of the greatest people alive, I feel..." "The Lunchlady" [Laughing] Woke up in the morning Put on my new plastic glove Served some reheated salisbury steak With a little slice of love Got no clue what the chicken *** pie is made of Just know everything's doing fine Down here in Lunchlady Land Well I wear this net on my head 'Cause my red hair is fallin' out I wear these brown orthopedic shoes 'Cause I got a bad case of the gout I know you want seconds on the corndogs But there's no reason to shout Everybody gets enough food Down here in Lunchlady Land Well yesterday's meatloaf is today's sloppy joes And my breath reeks of tuna And there's lots of black hairs coming out of my nose In Lunchlady Land your dreams come true Clouds made of carrots and peas Mountains built of shepherds pie And rivers made of macaroni and cheese But don't forget to return your trays And try to ignore my gum disease No student can escape the magic of Lunchlady Land Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders Navy beans, navy beans, navy beans Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders Navy beans, navy beans Meatloaf sandwich sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe Well I dreamt one morning That I woke up to see All the pepperoni pizza Was a-looking at me It screamed, why do you burn me And serve me up cold I said I got the spatula Just do what you're told Then the liver & onions Started joining the fight And the chocolate pudding Pushed me with all its might And the chop suey slapped me And it kicked me in the head It's called revenge Lunchlady Said the garlic bread I said what did I do To make you all so mad They said you got flabby arms And your breath is bad Then the green beans said You better run and hide But then my friend sloppy joe came And joined my side He said if it wasn't for the Lunchlady The kids wouldn't eatcha You should be shakin' her hand And sayin' please to meet ya She gives you a purpose And she gives you a goal You should be kissin' her feet And kissin' her mole Now all the angry foods Just leave me alone And we all live together In a happy home Thanks to sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe [Spoken] Well me & sloppy joe got married We got six kids and we're doing' just fine Down in Lunchlady Land

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Feb 23, 2016

Feb 23, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC

bill-murray

Lunchlady land composed by adam *******

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You smell like laundry detergent, mongrel, and marijuana wrapped in strawberry cigar papers. The way the couch smells warm of people prior to the heat and sweat we produced on its rough synthetic fibers that left me brush burns. Of French fries and cheesy steak hoagies caked to your apron as big golden grease stains. You smell of a soft shower, the nothingness smell of water, that is still a smell. Of loofah drenched with cobalt body wash that your mother bought, not quite feminine enough, but nothing you picked out yourself. Of turquoise Listerine, the first and last time I had to wash you out. Pineapples and watermelons, latex and the salty smell that could be sweat or ***** When the air is mixed with gasoline and ***** ground winter snow, filled with rock salt. That’s what you smell like, in case you were wondering, her jacket smells of you.

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Aug 11, 2011

Aug 11, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC

shannon-mcgovern

The Last Day of November at a Bus Stop

You smell like laundry detergent, mongrel, and marijuana wrapped in strawberry cigar papers. The way the couch smells warm of people prior to the heat and sweat we produced on its rough synthetic fibers that left me brush burns. Of French fries and cheesy steak hoagies caked to your apron as big golden grease stains. You smell of a soft shower, the nothingness smell of water, that is still a smell. Of loofah drenched with cobalt body wash that your mother bought, not quite feminine enough, but nothing you picked out yourself. Of turquoise Listerine, the first and last time I had to wash you out. Pineapples and watermelons, latex and the salty smell that could be sweat or ***** When the air is mixed with gasoline and ***** ground winter snow, filled with rock salt. That’s what you smell like, in case you were wondering, her jacket smells of you.

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Walking down the street to get me a treat at the hoagie fest 'cause you know they are the best I saw some kielbasa with some seilgasa in a brown dish and it was better than fish but they were ignored like a bored board because hoagie fest is back and i brought me a sack 'cause i dont wanna lack any hoagies in my meat sack but then i got lost on my way and i had to say that it would cost the big mayne like any gayme under the sea is where i will be in an octopusses garden in the shade cause pulp is gross in all gardens even if it hardens katana knife blade stromboli

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Aug 17, 2011

Aug 17, 2011 at 10:43 PM UTC

froupog-tabar-glanicio

Hoagie fest is the best

Walking down the street to get me a treat at the hoagie fest 'cause you know they are the best I saw some kielbasa with some seilgasa in a brown dish and it was better than fish but they were ignored like a bored board because hoagie fest is back and i brought me a sack 'cause i dont wanna lack any hoagies in my meat sack but then i got lost on my way and i had to say that it would cost the big mayne like any gayme under the sea is where i will be in an octopusses garden in the shade cause pulp is gross in all gardens even if it hardens katana knife blade stromboli

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Sometimes I would go out to my grandma's and bring her lunch. She didn't like cooking for just one. We'd eat hoagies from Vito's market, bag of Lay's chips between the two of us, and sweet tea she had in her fridge using only the plastic cups because we couldn't have glass around the pool. She'd point to necklaces and cashmere sweaters from the new JCrew catalog, dog earring all the pages she loved her tan hands steady on the corners with several silver rings on her fingers, big diamond on the left one. I hated to leave her with only the sound of the Pennsylvania state flag flapping against the pole, or her neighbor's lawn being mowed. But she smiled something huge when I waved goodbye from the sidewalk slowly closing the catalog, a sympathy wind chime scoring her steps, walking back inside to no one sitting in the arm chair and the TV on mute.

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC

sophie-herzing

After Papa Died

Sometimes I would go out to my grandma's and bring her lunch. She didn't like cooking for just one. We'd eat hoagies from Vito's market, bag of Lay's chips between the two of us, and sweet tea she had in her fridge using only the plastic cups because we couldn't have glass around the pool. She'd point to necklaces and cashmere sweaters from the new JCrew catalog, dog earring all the pages she loved her tan hands steady on the corners with several silver rings on her fingers, big diamond on the left one. I hated to leave her with only the sound of the Pennsylvania state flag flapping against the pole, or her neighbor's lawn being mowed. But she smiled something huge when I waved goodbye from the sidewalk slowly closing the catalog, a sympathy wind chime scoring her steps, walking back inside to no one sitting in the arm chair and the TV on mute.

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