Like this:

Eggs dancing

rhythmically
jiving
to increasing heat
my eggs dance around
in boiling water
without legs
nor cold feet

I have the hots for you

I have the hots
for you
said the stove
to the pan

I may turn up
the heat,
at least
that is the plan…

Thanksgiving

thanks a lot
for stuffing me,
said the turkey
to the cook

I think
it gave me the shits tho,
am I now
of the hook?

I see something in your eyes

I see
something
in your eyes
the longing
for me
and greasy fries

I see
something
in your eyes
your pupils
and thighs enlarge
devouring pies

Morning phlegm

gooey
sticky
chunky
coughed up
slimy
blobs
of green

swallowed
breakfast
starter
yummy
protein
for my
tummy

Asparagus pee

I smell
something funny
I smell
something strong
and keep wondering
what could be the odd pong

could it be booze
could it be garlic
Oh piss,
it’s asparagus pee

Food

you smell so good nice,
you taste so fine;
you make me feel so good

I simply cannot live without you;
I’d die without you
food

Piquant spittle

twisting
and turning
to impart flavor
enhancing
the relish
I truly savour

our tongues duel
and softly wriggle,
the quench
for love’s fuel
you kindly giggle

I taste
the zest
your piquant spittle
the remnants
of last night’s food
a little…

Sloppy chow

wet
greasy
sloppy
chow

I
wonder
why
and
how

you think it’s great
but I feel sick
and have to throw up
now

OCD

the grime
you see
is invisible
to me

Empty cup

oh coffee cup
oh coffee cup
you stare at me
with your
bottom bare

I shall refill you
with more
lucious brown
and boost my buds
with flair

Steam rising

subtle
stringy
strands

of

caffeine
clouds
caress

the

immediate
ideal
interaction

between

tongue and cheek
tantalizing
treasure

whilst

softly
silently
sipping

steam rising

Friend or foe

friend or foe –
everyone loves…
a cup
of Joe

Easter 2020

don’t put
all your eggs
in one basket
said the bunny
to the chicken

watch out
and lay them
6 feet apart
before corona
can kick in

Good morning ☕️ (watch video)

Your duty

your duty lies
with humble pies
as you’re
the local baker

presumably
to save up
ample dough
for the undertaker

Cooking neighbours

the familiar smell
I know it all too well
the daily spell
of garlic
and beef
every day
at 6
good grief

all around
the clinking sound
of pots
n pans
the roaring noise
of kitchen fans
my cooking neighbors
not my choice…

Are you for reel

are you
for reel
said the wire
to the tackle –

am I bound
to this fate
and confined
to catch mackerel?

My fridge

my fridge
is cool
but
my freezer
is even cooler