3 WISHES: COLA, BEEF AND A PORCELAIN VACATION

Jim wished that he could consume some beef

Beef and cola, for his hunger grief,

Holy Mola, 

Beef and cola,

And constipation pills for relief.

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BEEF ROAST WITH SQUIRMING RICE

My beef roast was loaded with squirming rice with eyes,

Finding rice in my roast was quite a surprise,

I queried how they got there?

And, the answer grayed my black hair,

It seems they were laid there by swarming black flies.  

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FOOD WOULD TASTE BETTER IF I MADE MORE MONEY

My steak is all gristle, and my lollipop, quite stale,

After eating these nasty treats, I went puke in pail,

The poor food choices I take,

Based on the wages, I make,

If rich; I'd settle my belly with a pint of ale.

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MY PLAN TO DESTROY THE BRAIN WORM

It seems, my alien brain worm is twisting, and twisting really bad,

It makes one side of my face smile happy, and the other, tear sad,

I'll eat  greased, French fries,

So my  brain worm dies,

The worm will die from a stroke, and my butt will be a soft, sitting pad.

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THE LIFE CYCLES OF THE CORN KERNEL

Carol was a canned corn kernel, she lived in a bowl of soup,

After a big grizzly bear ate her, she came out whole, in poop,

Carol missed her days in the can,

She missed her kernel boyfriend, Dan,

Dan was swallowed by a chicken, hen, and taken to a coup.

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LEFTOVERS

All the food in my fridge is in rapid decline,

The juice is all fuzzy, and has turned into wine,

The potatoes are a dark green,

The chicken has a shiny sheen,

Last months popular pork roast, is growing a vine.

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WHEN HUNGRY, I LOOK UNDER THE LAWNMOWER

I had nothing more to eat, but a slice of stale moldy bread,

I looked under the lawnmower, and found there a meal, instead,

There was snakeskin with some sticky meat,

And, cut grass with clover; what a treat,

I ate something; had two eyes; it was all red, fury and dead. 

MAMA'S WAY: BE DECISIVE WHEN HANDLING LIFE'S PROBLEMS

I keep trudging on, because I always think there is some hope,

My mama told me that type of thinking, makes me a big dope,

Mama did not have a single care,

She was an aggressive grizzly bear,

She ate anyone who upset her, that's how she learned to cope.

HUCKLEBERRY PIE FOR SAYING, "THANK YOU"

I went way out to the swamp bushes to pick huckleberries, today,

I picked 2 pecks of nice big fat ones, then back to home, I made my way,

I had more than enough berries for a pie,

The rest I froze, or left out to solar dry,

The pie was good, and everyone got some, with just a "thank you", to pay.

PROPER WINE ETIQUETTE: THE CHEESE FILLED WIENER STORY

I got my cheese filled wieners, delivered from the wiener store,

I threw them on my old barbeque, and burned them to the core,

If one chased them down with red wine,

They tasted excellently fine,

Those who chased them down with the white, pooped their pants and ate no more.

BLOKES, SMOKES AND CREMATED PIE

I baked a homemade, fresh raspberry pie early, last night,

I forgot it was in the oven, and the flame burned bright,

I saw no smoke before the great, pie flame,

Still, I got the biggest share of the blame,

But, my son and his 4 blokes, were binge puffing smokes, alright?

STRETCH OUT CHILI BY ADDING BEANS

A bear ate the weather woodchuck, and I don't know what that means,

Will winter be long or short, or somewhere inbetweens,

Will we get northern snow,

Or, a warm southern blow,

Will my chili be all meat, or almost 2/3rds beans.

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I GOT MY STOMACH PUMPED AGAIN, THANKS TO GRANDMA'S RANCID CHEESE RECIPE

I boiled some water to cook some old, rancid, stale cheese,

It is my favorite recipe, from my Grandma, Louise,

When the water gets hotter,

The cheese goes in the water,

When melted, drain the water, and give your hot cheese a squeeze.

To young kids out there.  Please do not cook on a stove without adult supervision, or you'll get severely injured, like me.  Also:  Never Eat Rancid Cheese.

UNCLE DALE'S TOENAILS AND BURGERS

I made me a burger, but it was a food fail,

When I bit into the meat I found a toenail, 

Couldn't tell from which creature,

Came the unsightly bod feature,

But, nearby were nail clippers, belonging to Dale.

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I DREAM OF MAKING HONEY BUNS

I got my filthy hands on some fresh honey buns, and oh, they were so good,

I love the sweet taste of the honey buns, that are made in my neighborhood,

They are are always honey yummy,

And, fit perfectly in my tummy,

Some day, when I am older, I'll make honey buns, for now, I just cut wood.

PRETTY BIRD: WHAT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND, I EAT

Some years ago, I had a most beautiful, colorful, singing bird,

The bright bird knew thirteen foreign operas; I couldn't understand a word,

I told him to sing in my tongue,

He got huffy; his neck got wrung,

I served the pretty bird with stuffing, and mashed potatoes, mixed with curd.

FOOD FOR THE FERRELL

All of the kitty cat lips, were all tongue licken, 

In the garbage, there was the skin of a chicken,

The wicked aroma that smelled,

All kitty attention, it held,

Along came a bear, and kitty hearts, did quicken.

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FRANK PICKS AND EATS HIS STRAWBERRIES

Frank picked little red strawberries, and put them in his bowl,

Before he set each berry down, Frank kissed them with his soul,

The berries were bitter,

Frank was not a quitter,

He thought he'd roll them in sugar, at least that was his goal.

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A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY

Someone said I smelled like fruit, so they stuck me in a classic pie,

I'd say, baking in the oven was a terrible way to die,

I was sliced and covered with whipping cream, 

As a desert, I was everyone's dream

People said my crust was flaky; many pie pics, before bye, bye.

DESERT TROUT AND SAUERKRAUT CRABS

I went fishing in a dry desert, and caught a big, sand trout,

I fought him out of a sand dune, and he flopped and flopped about,

I cleaned and fried him, but he still was sandy,

I washed his sandy, fish taste down with brandy,

I then fried and ate some desert crabs, stuffed full of sauerkraut.