Today's poet

Dry fried until crisp
with glass of red full bodied
mellow to the core

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Stolly

Eff that for a game of soldiers
Run the hills rather than race
Become one with mountains
Rather than whiz through without a trace

;) :rolleyes:

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Likin the sentiment Stolly! one for me to follow i think!

Breaded cod in fingers
Delicious between slices of bread
Worth the cooking smell that lingers
Coated in Heinz brown or red

Cooked by frying or grilling
Served with mayo or sauce
They really are quite filling
And loved by kids of course

Ready when crisp and gold
High in good Omega 3
Eat them before they go cold
Especially at Sunday tea

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Breaded cod in fingers
Delicious between slices of bread
Worth the cooking smell that lingers
Coated in Heinz brown or red

Cooked by frying or grilling
Served with mayo or sauce
They really are quite filling
And loved by kids of course

Ready when crisp and gold
High in good Omega 3
Eat them before they go cold
Especially at Sunday tea

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Fab DT :p

Damp dark Sunday night
yields an unexpected theme
.... mmmm... fish finger porn

Don't even go there OW.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Days

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.

They are to be happy in.
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In the their long coats
Running over the fields.

Philip Larkin

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i love this so good :D

Quote:

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

A moment along the Cornish Coastal path

Around the Headlands turn, I ran
Ancient landscape torn and born again.
Relentless; granite bastions spread
into the oceans roar like a pianists

Fingers.The waves crashed against
them; stretching notes, which ended in splutters
low against the sea blackened cliffs.
Waveswere split and hung in the air
like frothy Constellations.

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Class!

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

Damp dark Sunday night
yields an unexpected theme
.... mmmm... fish finger porn

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My poem started off as a limeric with one of the lines ending in Pollacks. Enough said! ;)

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

Damp dark Sunday night
yields an unexpected theme
.... mmmm... fish finger porn

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Ha ha - there was no mention of porn 'til you turned up!!! :eek::D

I'm all veggie now.
But fish fingers, white bread toast,
mayo, were delish