When you're sliding into first and you feel a little burst,
diarrhea, diarrhea
when you're heading into third and you feel a little turd,
diarrhea, diarrhea
when you're sliding into home and you feel a little foam,
diarrhea, diarrheaI am trying to make a recipe book for my mother in law for christmas...I need a poem.?
Baking bowl ready, the eggs and the flour
memories of you hour after hour
for everything you taught us to cook
we prepared for you this little book
You've baked and you've boiled
you've fried and you've toiled
and all for our families sake
so would it be rude to ask you once more.....
To make us another great cake!!!
Well start out with each individual recipe and circle in on the main ingredients say perhaps you have apple pie and turkey dressing, bread,cake and lemon frosting..take the foods and work with it like....The apple in her pie was the apple of my eye dressed up ;in frosting that breaded the cakes she baked lemony sweet dreams that frosted my smile...blah..blah.It's all about rymthe and sentiment.BUT IT MUST BE YOUR OWN OR IT WON'T MEAN AS MUCH..EVEN IF IT IS CORNY!!!!
Mom's Recipe for Love
Take a cup or two of laughter,
And a pinch of good advice.
Pour in patience by the bowlfull,
Then stir it once or twice.
Fold in lots of hugs and kisses,
And a mother's gentle care.
Cook until it's nice and warm,
And spread it everywhere.
-T. Speer
Roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
some don't
http://www.foodreference.com/html/food-poems-to-a-goose.html
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