Food Haiku Thread
Ms. Haiku
Washington DC Posts: 7,265
I should really shine on this thread:
cookie
the more I taste you
the less you become
cookie
the more I taste you
the less you become
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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only a mom
could love you
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Oh, and I'm not a mom!
Tekka Maki (sushi)
perfect pink
gently rolled fluffy white
and wrapped in the sea
on my shirt, not in my mouth
slippery
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
spun cooked heaven
not an ounce of fat *gimme that!*
poultry perfection
hummus
gobs of creamy dreamy
chick peas all smashed with garlic
pasted on pita *YUM*
spun on karama corner
satwa pilgrim
ravi's too good to miss
a firey tongue dance
lit like a match, pleasant lingering
euphoric head rush
*insert fire-breathing smiley*
a photograph of nostalgic taste
stuck to my mouth's
roof
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
just in from the mountain
infused to invigorate, zap!
smooth, moistly delicate
black's all i got in the armoury .... boooo.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
black and white for a tan Hello
my last dropped spilled on a knitting project
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
iced cream choklit
malted flavor sweet sublime
drugstore counter '64
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
the world's healthiest food
also called chick peace
red, rare and ruby
teeth tearing, tantalyzing tongue
never send mine well done!
pinned to cheddar,
spicy card game snack to taste,
iced bourbon chases
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green