Burgers

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Funny Poetry about Food

I went into my favorite burger joint.
And they said, “What’s it gonna be?”
Well, I went into my favorite burger joint.
And they said, “What’s it gonna be?”
I said, “I don’t have to tell ya, boy,
“You already knew when you saw it was me.”

I like to start with a bun,
nice juicy burger,
don’t cook it too long, boy,
that would be murder.
Lettuce and tomato?
No, a salads not why I stopped by.
Just give me the cheese and bacon
and Jalapenos, the kind that make you cry.

You already know why I came.
That’s my trademark meal.
Ya, you already know why I came.
That’s my Trademark meal.
So don’t ask me no silly questions, boy.
And don’t forget that food discount coupon deal.

I tried to get a drink.
They showed me this crazy machine.
It’s got a thousand options
on a crazy little touch screen.
How do I find what I want?
When there’s so many options to choose from.
I just went straight down the lines
and did a little bit of each and every one.

I went into my favorite burger joint.
And they said, “What’s it gonna be?”
I went into my favorite burger joint.
And they said, “What’s it gonna be?”
I said, “Don’t be funny, boy,
“You already knew when you saw it was me.”

Directions to Dinner

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Funny Poetry about Love and Food.

There’s only One-Way to my heart,
ya, a good ole plate of food!
Crown it, if you please
with bacon and grease.
My gut is bullet proof.

A black coffee on the side.
I think I all but died.
There’s one way to my heart.
It might be chicken and rice.

Now, I’ve got too many favorites,
to name them all in this here short poem.
But if you wanna get creative,
I’ll meet you by the stove back home.

There’s only one way to my heart.
Have you ever tried a nice, big canoli?
Fried ravioli? No time to be funny.
Mozzarella wrapped in pepperoni?

As long as it hits the spot.
It can be from any ethnic zone.
I can make any food my home.
Topped with smoked provolone.

Pasta, and pizza.
make it pizza frita.
you know, I need ya,
juicy burger, ya, you need ta.

The End…

Till next meal.

Pizza (Part II]

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This time I moved to a pan, doubled the sauce and cheese (although still needs more cheese). I bought the crusts premade, and were a little big, so I had to split it a little on the sides to fit. So i decided to make those pieces buttery “Old Bay” pizza bread.

That’s why we make the best pizzas in New York, from NYC to Buffalo. Not trying to be fancy, just making something super delicious to keep us warm when the snow comes.

Pizza

Salsa di Mushroom

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We were eating very happily,
drinking our tea.
You make a little something
special for me.
It smelled so good
til’ you opened the lid:
A plate of juicy rice with
mushroom and squid.

We could eat sticks and stones
Or, hey, you could even make me a soup from dry bones.
But throw a little mushroom into the stew
and you got me second guessing even eating with you.

Because I never liked a plate of mushrooms.

We tried again
later that day.
You said, “I’m sorry baby,
I forgot you didn’t like it that way.”
So, here we go,
here’s for round two.
A plate of creamy fettuccine
in a “salsa di mushroom.”

We could eat sticks and stones
Or, hey, you could even make me a soup from dry bones.
But throw a little mushroom into the stew
and you got me second guessing even eating with you.

Because I never liked a plate of mushrooms.
No, I never liked a plate of Mushrooms.
But I’ll eat it just to eat with you.