Angeline
Poet Chick
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Got food poems? I told Tathagata that I'm gonna take him to NYC just so we can sample pizza from there and argue over whose city makes it better, lol. Then I remembered this poem I wrote on that very subject.
Do you write about food? Food references in poems can be narrative and literal or um deliciously metaphoric. If you have any such poems, post them in this thread and/or submit them. If you don't, write one--consider it a challenge. We'll submit them in a few weeks.
Who's hungry? I mean participating? (I'm sure Eve can twist up a good one, right Eve? Hint hint.)
Better Pizza Blues (Philly Pie Song)
Don't call no Domino's,
if you wanna taste my pie.
Thumbs down on Pizza Hut.
That shit will make you cry!
Give you a nosebleed honey;
make your tummy crash.
Forget about those places.
This girl don't eat no trash.
Follow me to South Street.
Stay close. Hold my hand.
Walk tough. Strut a swagger.
That's what we understand.
You're in my world now,
so smile and just act cool.
We're goin' to DiDonato's:
Think of it as pizza school.
They got sausage, pepper,
mushrooms, black olives,
anchovy and onion, too.
Pepperoni. Oh baby
this ain't no bologna
fly pie with no barbeque!
So take a slice, hold it,
open up, fold it, bite it,
and give it a chew,
then swallow, breathe.
You're my homey now,
and garlic is so good for you.
Do you write about food? Food references in poems can be narrative and literal or um deliciously metaphoric. If you have any such poems, post them in this thread and/or submit them. If you don't, write one--consider it a challenge. We'll submit them in a few weeks.
Who's hungry? I mean participating? (I'm sure Eve can twist up a good one, right Eve? Hint hint.)
Better Pizza Blues (Philly Pie Song)
Don't call no Domino's,
if you wanna taste my pie.
Thumbs down on Pizza Hut.
That shit will make you cry!
Give you a nosebleed honey;
make your tummy crash.
Forget about those places.
This girl don't eat no trash.
Follow me to South Street.
Stay close. Hold my hand.
Walk tough. Strut a swagger.
That's what we understand.
You're in my world now,
so smile and just act cool.
We're goin' to DiDonato's:
Think of it as pizza school.
They got sausage, pepper,
mushrooms, black olives,
anchovy and onion, too.
Pepperoni. Oh baby
this ain't no bologna
fly pie with no barbeque!
So take a slice, hold it,
open up, fold it, bite it,
and give it a chew,
then swallow, breathe.
You're my homey now,
and garlic is so good for you.
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