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GypsyPirate Regular user 110 Posts |
A Limmerick entitled "Waffle-Boy: the Breakfast Monkey"
Breakfast is my favorite meal, There is nothing to eat more ideal, I’ll give you fair warning, When I wake ‘n the morning, I’ll kill for a bowl of oatmeal! Or perhaps some hash browns and bacon, Will hit the spot after I have awaken, With some season and spice, They taste very nice, A special recipe that is Jamaican. But my fav’rite could be the waffle, I certainly don’t think that they’re awful, In fact I think they’re great, On my breakfast plate, Much better than any falafel. I also like steak that is fried, With scrambled eggs sitting beside, I tell the waiters, To add fried potaters Just pile ‘em up on the side! And, ahh, the beloved sweet rolls, Pastries, and doughnuts with holes, In my mouth I’m a-stuffin’, The blueberry muffin, That sat next to my cereal bowls. Heaven is an All-You-Can-Eat, With over six types of all breakfast meat! And when they ask me “Toast?” I always boast, “I’ll take normal white, not weird wheat.” French toast and pancakes in syrup, And a big glass of milk that I slurup, I think I’m almost done, My pant button’s undone, And I let out a slight little “bur-up.” Mark Cavaliere (Copyright 2003)
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Reis O'Brien Inner circle Seattle, WA 2467 Posts |
There was an old man from Nantucket...
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NeoMagic Inner circle I have... 2017 Posts |
Who fell head first in a bucket...
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ChrisZampese Veteran user Hamilton, NZ 341 Posts |
The buckets sides split...
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are
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James F Inner circle Atlanta 1096 Posts |
"Nothing Gold Can Stay"
Nature's first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold Her early leaf's a flower But only so an hour Then leaf subsides to leaf So Eden sank to grief So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay Robert Frost |
NeoMagic Inner circle I have... 2017 Posts |
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There was an old man from Nantucket But using his wit...
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GlenD Inner circle LosAngeles, Ca 1293 Posts |
Guess no one can follow this s***.
Oh well, it did seem to have died.
"A miracle is something that seems impossible but happens anyway" - Griffin
"Any future where you succeed, is one where you tell the truth." - Griffin (Griffin rocks!) |
abc Inner circle South African in Taiwan 1081 Posts |
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On 2004-06-04 10:13, GlenD wrote: Amen. |
constantine Regular user Memphi, on the Mighty Muddy 189 Posts |
Doubtless, the pleasure is as great
Of beinging cheated as to cheat; As lookers-on feel most delight, That least preceive a juggler's slight, And still the less thay understand, The more th' admire his slight of hand. Samual Butler 1663
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“The way of the transgressor is hard—to quit.” —Jefferson Randolph “Soapy” Smith |
Reis O'Brien Inner circle Seattle, WA 2467 Posts |
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On 2004-06-02 22:32, AJOJRF wrote: Oh Jeeze! I remember that from The Outsiders! |
abc Inner circle South African in Taiwan 1081 Posts |
A Boozer's Tale
I never drink beer on a Monday, Cos Monday's the day fer mi health An' the wife's got me countin' them units, I've just got to take care o' miself So I merely have wine wi' mi supper, An' just the one litre OK? Then a rather large rum in mi coffee An' I calls that mi sensible day I never drink wine on a Tuesday, Cos Tuesday's mi weightwatchin' club It's the day when I eat nowt but cabbage, The day I don't go much fer grub Now a diet demands plenty fluid, Summat light an' completely fat-free So I've chosen that strong German lager An' I just have five pints wi' mi tea I never drink lager on Wednesday, Cos Wednesday's the day fer mi jog It's tracksuit an' trainers at mid-day Then I'm off up the road wi' the dog First stop's at the Globe fer some Guinness, Three swift ones'll get me to grips Then I carry on round to The Shepherds Fer three more an' a burger an' chips I make sure that I'm suitably rested, Then I sprint back to our garden wall In a time of under twelve minutes, An' it's four 'undred metres an' all I never drink Guinness on Thursday, Cos Thursday's mi day to relax I likes to sit out in t' back garden In mi brown zip-up cardie an slacks After lunch I might stroll by the river, Breeze in at the Fisherman's Drop Where I lounge on the terrace all lordly, Sippin' shandy, but beawt any pop Then cos I've been good through the day like, She'll allow me to waver a smidge So mi evenin's spent watchin' the footy Wi' a few packs o' Boddies from t' fridge I never drink Boddies on Friday, Cos Friday's mi night on the razz An' we meet in The Firkin at seven, Owd Nodger an' me an' Fat Baz Oh The Firkin's a beer-drinker's heaven, Wi' fifteen real ales from the jug An' we start wi' the ones in the tap-room An' we works our way round to the snug By midnight we're all talkin' gubbins An' we're off fer a curry up town But there's summat not reyt about curry Cos I never seem t' keep the stuff down We 'ave a good laugh wi' the waiters, An' Baz moons his bum fer a joke Then I'm home fer a nightful o' passion, Cos I'm known as a passionate bloke I never do much on a Sat'day, Cos Sat'day's mi time fer a think Cos me an' the wife are not speakin' today, I'm a drunken, fat pig an' I stink So I sit near the lavvie pretendin' That really I'm feelin' just great But I'm goin' right off that Indian food If it leaves me in this bloody state It's later I make the decision, On my forty-third trip to the bog There's only one thing cures an upset like this An' they call it the 'air o' the dog I ring Nodge an' Baz on mi mobile An' both of 'ems likewise in pain So we're back in The Firkin at quarter-past-six An' we do it all over again I never say Firkin on Sunday, Cos Sunday's mi day to repent I'm ashamed of all o' that boozin' I've done An' all o that money I've spent I begs the wife fer forgiveness An' I promise I'll alter mi ways An' she gives me a kiss an' a cuddle, Like she did in our newly-wed days We watch Songs of Praise on the telly, Then a nice pot o' tea an' some cakes An' I swear now I've climbed up the ladders, I'll never slide down any snakes But it's borin' on telly on Sunday, An' I can't say I'm ever impressed So I 'ave a walk out round the village An' stop off at the Collier's Rest Now the beer's a bit crap in The Collier's So I leave an' pop round to The Swan Where I flatten a shed-load o' Tetley's An' I'm bloody well back to square one So I never drink beer on a Monday, Cos Monday's the day fer mi health An' the wife's got me countin' them units I've just got to take care o' miself Copyright; Steve Morris This is the story of my life!!! |
GypsyPirate Regular user 110 Posts |
Roses are red,
Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, And honey is sweet also.
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