Burgers Poems - Poems about Burgers

Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word Too many fries, too many burgs When will I learn I can't handle that stuff Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk Now I eat mush and ground junk My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore So such is...

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#A Nod To My MOTHER Who LOVED Her BLACKEYE PEAS. "So Do I", If Cooked GOOD..."YES PLEASE!" A GREAT "B" LETTER FOOD... BROCCOLI BOK CHOY BERRIES BEETS (THESE ARE THE TYPE OF "BEATS" I LIKE...SAID A NON BEET EATING ENTHUSIAST ONCE!) BRAN (I BARELY RARELY EVER MEET SOMEONE WHO HAS A LONGING FOR A "BOWL OF BRAN"...

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The Devil makes burgers French fries as well In his fiery kitchen In the depths of burning hell His food is so tempting It tastes the absolute best But the Devils food is evil It will put your body to the test It will clog your arteries Make both body and mind sick Disguised to taste irresistible Is the Devils sinister trick So try...

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My mommy makes the best burgers in town She goes to the markets around Shops for steak called ground round She tells the butcher to grind her a pound of his best savory steak so lean Mommy tells everyone she makes a mean, Patty melt and with onions, only if you please She sprinkles seasonings, adds lots of cheese Then my mommy grills...

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Bosom best-buddy Beta Beta Beta boys begin bonding by bringing before biennial brunches: bouncier basketballs budget bean burritos bounteous beefy burgers beautiful broad-minded busty boyfriend-less babes better bottled Bavarian/Belgian beers...

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Burgers are buggars for gaining weight So delicious but they're heart trouble on a plate Really not fair Heart needs repair After downing six of these mommas especially if you eat late...

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ITS taste don't go to wastes its lunch we do in a bunch this is not lies welove BURGERS AND FRIES...

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A scarlet letter and a silent one Transparent “A” on my forehead Never seen, but you will know it’s there Or see its effect, I can only fake it so long Dad lives in a relative solitude; just what he prefers Daughter’s got some of it too, much harder for a girl The middleman’s also got a touch of it; lucky...

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clove cinnamon for simon&dunkin tuna for garfunkel. wobbly looped spindles, hums tunes "holy mackerel". silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar. more candid topics, endorsed by chet choppock. overtime blenders whip hot fudge tapioca. from the larva, emerges paul harvey. orator greetings predestines"good day, utopia. good healing from dr. oz & charles ozgood, understood. bytes penetrating sequin hoods of vast neighborhoods. well steaked positions, instills...

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Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word Too many fries, too many burgs When will I learn I can't handle that stuff Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk Now I eat mush and ground up junk My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore So such...

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