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Pringle
by Tiffany Lynn Simar → (All Poetry by Tiffany Lynn Simar)
Saturday, December 17, 2022 Rated "G" by the Author.

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A silly poem
Pringle I am as single as a Pringle I am as lonely as a macaroni I am a cheesy crack-a-lackin white nerdy Looking for her perfect stick of kiss at midnight ball drop pepperoni This glass of Egg Nog dreaming of a vodka root beer This sparkling glass of wine which has me seeing clear I want to make like a banana and split with someone Someone who is as sweet as chocolate frosting Picking me up with a piece of candy Driving to look at the stars Seeking the Milky Way Though a Snickers is my favorite Your M&M's are more than okay The rain pours down like water But your love It hit me harder Harder than that yucky brand of alcohol That Brandy nearly killed me Your lips are like a creme pie which I long to taste The flavor is the sweetness of your whole being swallowing me whole That sounds just like a whale of a tale And that kind of seafood is a no-go I love shrimp and pasta But my guy has to be tall That is a musta A deep sexy voice Like a deep pan pizza Just hot and sizzling fresh out of the oven But if he is too hot I will have to make ice and up and leave ya Ice...nice... rhyming is so much fun Have a bowl of soup on a cold day And dip in it a bun Coffee is like Heaven Black with sugar And no spice Get yourself a pastry and have a treat to make you feel alright Food and rhyming Rhyming and food Junk...junk...junk... You eat it up and it eats you Eats you from the inside out Look at that big old gut Why butter my butt and call me a biscuit My clothes once fit so nice But now I look like a bloated marshmallow that was left in the microwave for too long Oh, so you do not like heating up the mallow in the 'wave? Hmmm...I pity you... The fun of youth The silliness and yet harshness of time Rhyming takes you away for a while But just like ice cream if in the sun for too long it melts and looking at it for too long can make you go blind My words can fall flat Like that of a pancake French toast is better though And the cinnamon and syrup are key Etched like a main course in my mind Like french bread "wee wee" Yep... It is true Words are fun at play So let us roll out the tray of dictionaries And sink our teeth right in A book as thick as pea soup And a long stretch of cheesy stick If you study too much in one day As green as the avocado you will be And those yucky things look non divine You will look worse and like an egg your brain will be fried So leave many many words up to the experts If we do not get there in thirty minutes it is free And with that, my friends You will not even have to do the dishes You can leave them up to me! By, Tiffany Simar 12/17/22

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on December 18, 2022

Hilarious and Priceless!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

I really loved the way you zipped through all those overused phrases and commercials like that reconstituted, pumped up, potato chip in a can of singles with too much salt, fat and other poisonous ingredients. I have been sneaking a sour cream flavored one atop my evening nut snack of the day. My bad!

Your wordplay and just plain fun was the best. And, I hope you find your hon before the new year has come. I know I'm not the one. I will probably be asleep and showered with kisses before the year is done, the ball has fallen and auld lang syne has been sung.

Ron

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

This is more than silly, it has depth. Enjoyed, Tiffany.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on December 17, 2022

I bet you had too much Vodka on the rocks, but you are very creative. I like the wordplay in this poem. Oh, there are many sweets in this poem, I would like some sour worm candy, please, which is my favorite candy.

Sandie