Tossing the Salad- Somewhat of a STC

[OT]

yikes, me thinks your fridge overfloweth

 

[Angeline]

Oooo! A Pun Fight!

Nah. I just poured a big slug of Bailey's into some coffee after my daughter showed me the pictures she drew of "Teen Titans" for the 4,264th time. I should be mellowing out pretty well any time now.

 

[Angeline]

yikes, me thinks your fridge overfloweth

LOL. Ohhhh yeah, they're really in there. Honest anna. No really.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Ange... You're so weird.

Or maybe I am. The only salad dressing I ever use is olive oil and vinegar...

 

[SeattleRain]

you guys crack me up. Can I play?

 

[annaswirls]

Sorry it Took So Long!


Okay, let's do this....
put 'em here,
more fun,
less pressure

a little stretch of the poetic muscle
after the great Still race....





Seattle, anyone can play, just write 'em read 'em and let us know if you like 'em

crunch all you like....
you know how it goes.....

 

[Rybka]

Ange... You're so weird.

Or maybe I am. The only salad dressing I ever use is olive oil and vinegar...

Then you have to do vinegar, since I helped Popeye do Olive Oil.

 

[Angeline]

Then you have to do vinegar, since I helped Popeye do Olive Oil.

OMG! You're really Bluto????

Well too late--I did this instead...


Caesar dressed
before his cloudy vanity
had passed but fifteen days
into the tides of moon
reflecting nothing
on the searing danger
seething at his shore

Caesar dressed
and heard no prophecy
while resting under laurels
thrice denied

but once accepted
fated him forever gone
from battlefields alive
with smoke and gallop
and the midnight passion
spoke in whispers
under faultless stars

Caesar dressed
to pass the narrow crowds
in teeming streets of underlings
who screamed for bread
for circuses and kings

Caesar dressed
to meet with narrow men
who spoke twice-mouthed
first reason and then enmity
in rounds of secrets sharp
thirst swallowed whole
from lips to ears and hands

persuading each to each
to stand and fall from grace
and immolate himself
upon civility

 

[*Catbabe*]

Damn you for having that done when I haven't even thought about it yet



Thanks for the lovely PC Ange

 

[jthserra]

I've got a

bottle of Catalina in the fridge...

 

[annaswirls]

Caesar dressed
to pass the narrow crowds
in teeming streets of underlings
who screamed for bread
for circuses and kings

Well Miss Angeline, there you go.

Now I am afraid to come out of the cold.....

hmmmm wonder what I have down in the ol' door....

 

[Angeline]

Well Miss Angeline, there you go.

Now I am afraid to come out of the cold.....

hmmmm wonder what I have down in the ol' door....

well the only other thing i had was plochman's mustard and that seemed so wrong...

 

[Liar]

A spicy
creamy
salty sweet
smooth
lubrication
for a
swooning
sensory
sensation

dripping
from young
ripe petals

lingering
in delicious
folds

melting
on my lips
and tongue

begging
lick me
taste me
eat me
please



Whaaaat? Just lettuce and Thousand Island.

 

[Linbido]

Feeling a sudden urge for...lettuce. Not a dressing title, but a dressing poem there. Yum.

Anyway, here is...

Low Fat Italian!

Pino who fell in a
pried open pothole,
now sits silly,
stuck between
fresh air
and stale muck,
reflecting
on his lack of luck.

Pino should know
better than that,
to not only
dart his eyes
from long luscious legs
of one beautiful bella
to the blossoming bosom
and animate alluring ass
of the next
all the time...

...but also
to watch
where the fuck
he is going.

 

[Angeline]

Feeling a sudden urge for...lettuce. Not a dressing title, but a dressing poem there. Yum.

Anyway, here is...

Low Fat Italian!

Pino who fell in a
pried open pothole,
now sits silly,
stuck between
fresh air
and stale muck,
reflecting
on his lack of luck.

Pino should know
better than that,
to not only
dart his eyes
from long luscious legs
of one beautiful bella
to the blossoming bosom
and animate alluring ass
of the next
all the time...

...but also
to watch
where the fuck
he is going.

Hahaha. There is, here in my town, a "Pino's Formal Wear," where men can rent and buy wedding-type attire. I now have a lovely mental image of old Pino himself, sitting in the gutter in shock and a muck-covered tuxedo. lol!

And Liar? I have a resounding "no comment" regarding mental imagery and *your* poem.

 

[OT]

playful prance
gives
glimpse of skin
'neath wispy blue chiffon

"say cheese"
he laughs
"smile for my camera"

 

[annaswirls]

A spicy
creamy
salty sweet
smooth
lubrication
for a
swooning
sensory
sensation

dripping
from young
ripe petals

lingering
in delicious
folds

melting
on my lips
and tongue

begging
lick me
taste me
eat me
please



Whaaaat? Just lettuce and Thousand Island.

hmmm maybe I should post this on my fridge and I might actually start Eating Salad!


"lingering
in delicious
folds"

mmmm

 

[annaswirls]

Feeling a sudden urge for...lettuce. Not a dressing title, but a dressing poem there. Yum.

Anyway, here is...

Low Fat Italian!

Pino who fell in a
pried open pothole,
now sits silly,
stuck between
fresh air
and stale muck,
reflecting
on his lack of luck.

Pino should know
better than that,
to not only
dart his eyes
from long luscious legs
of one beautiful bella
to the blossoming bosom
and animate alluring ass
of the next
all the time...

...but also
to watch
where the fuck
he is going.

Hilarious!!!

 

[annaswirls]

playful prance
gives
glimpse of skin
'neath wispy blue chiffon

"say cheese"
he laughs
"smile for my camera"

love it! man.... I gotta write one, y'all are too freakin good for your own good!

 

[champagne1982]

Ahh! French

Move through my senses,
Emulsified little tomato.

Dance upon my tongue,
With a smattering of dijon,
Oui, c'est si bon,
Petit Grey Poupon.

Savoury tart.
Oh yes, sweet.