Welcome To Cooky Poems


 Introduction

             
             Great,you have found the cooky poems link. I write these poems, thinking of different things around Salford, that happen in my day to day life. Some will be funny, while others, may be more serious. If you are cooking, or just going about your daily tasks, think of these poems. Hopefully you will come to love my poems, I do hope so,as I want this website, to offer a variety of things, to inspire people, to try different things. Maybe you could send me a short poem or rhyme on cooky chat. Whatever you do, thankyou very much, for coming onto my website. Please add me to your favourites/facebook/twitter/linked in/you-tube/yahoo and enjoy the other links on           www.heccookery.com.
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1)  HEALTHY LIVING

Seasons pass, of untold work.
Plants die off in the cold of night.
Take a glance at health, with your fork.
Health is wealth and turns to light.

Luxuries we eat, may turn to death.
But nutrients, vitamins and omegas flow.
You will hold your heart, like macbeth.
These are the things, to make you grow.                             
   
Whine we will, but cry you don't.
Remember how things change.
Of what we eat, and enjoy the fun.
Never forget the range.
                                                                                         
My heart thumps, to pound my skin.
I really need to be fitter.
I am running for fitness,not to be thin.
Crinkly and old, but definately not bitter.

2) THE BAR

He flicks his hair, she smiles, he,s there.
we are standing at the bar.
Laughing and joking, about my wear.
Her flat is not very far.

The first pints in, and hers is wine.
Wondering how many she will have.
I am skint so a couples fine.
First one is back, she has gone to the lav.
                                          
I tap my fingers she wants another.
I am ready for her thirst.
Should have gone for a pint with my brother.
I am just about to burst.

 Had a big curry an hour ago.
The bitter is very gassy.
Her smell is good and hair in a bun.
She is looking very sassy.
                           
I look at her, she looks at me.
She is ready for her ride.
Rum and coke,whisky and rye, it is a bigger fee.
The taxi is here, jump in for the ride.
I am thinking of the fee.

3) A SAUCY POEM

Sauces, sauces, radishes from horses.
How does your mustard grow.
They say they like, fromage frais.
But it is not as hot, you know.

Dressings , Greek, Italian or French.
It is done, for the salad bar.
Tomatoes, cucumber and lettuce, cry for a drench.
as they like the things from afar.

Is it a big fry up? Red or brown.
After a night, on the booze.
You really do not care,it goes down.
then you need, a big snooze.

So a nation, of saucy people, we are.
We never get fed up.
Whether it is spicy, hot or cool, from the bar.
One,two, three, tea by the cup.

4) SALT AND PEPPER

Ah shake it, shake it.
Shake it good.
You are looking good and feeling fit.
Your my bud.

Twist and grind.
Bend over the table.
Look around and you will find
This is no fable.

Is it a rock or is it a corn..
Salt and pepper we be born.
Hot and spicy, black or white.
You twist and turn and feel just right.

Flavour your taste buds really good.
But don,t add too much,whatever you do.
Romantic flavour, highlights the mood.
So hey not too much salt and pepper you.

5) SUGAR

I need it, I need it now.
It does not matter where or how.
I am craving something sweet.
Give it me regular, not for a treat.

Oh baby it tastes so good.
Licking my lips, with a sensual tongue.
Icing on the cake, yes you should.
Tell someone else it is wrong.

It makes me feel good and fit.
To work it all day long.                                                                                                                                             
I am always ready for a bit.
It also makes me strong.
                                                             
So have a bit and lick your lips.
Energise and excercise your hips.
Have too much and you will be ratty.
Too much sugar will make you batty or fatty.

   6)      I AM TIRED

 My feet, the heat, the sweat, is down my back.
Workmates, the laughs, we all enjoy the crack.
Break time, up and down, like a tarts knickers.
They all want coffee with a snickers.

The boss looks here and there with all thy might.
Sneaks up behind the victim with such a fright.
A porter, chefs work is never done.
The customer wants soup with a bun.

Fancy coffee, cappucino or latte.
Too much milk and cream, you could be catty.
I need an energy drink to keep me awake.
I am ready for bed, for heavens sake.

A bit of crumpet is good for the heart.
Tired and racing, but still going to start.
Many hours work,the blood will boil.
My backs aching, give us some oil.

Her hands are hot and firey.
Mine are worn leathery and wirey.
Remember the daily moans and groans no fake.
Do not get heavy with weight by eating cake.

 7)          Toilet Time

 Eat your greens, I cry to the nation.
 or you will be worried about constipation.
 Yes what goes in does come out.
 Whether you strain your face or just pout.


 We will be told, fruit and fibre daily.
 But every days a task.
 If you do not get rid, you will be whaily.
 Squeeze your face like wearing a mask.


 The more we eat, the more we want.
 The toilet all the time.
 Change the portion and not the font.
 Laugh, the one who did it committed the crime.


 So go for the beans and brown bread.
 At night be cosy in your bed.
 Knowing you are a little lighter.
 Get rid of your poo like a fighter.









 

 8)         Lets Have Soup

 Chop, chop, wash and ready.
 Watching fingers as blood is red.
 Stir the roux, but just go steady.
 Cut yourself and see the paramedics bed.


 What? A who,a roux I say.
 As it thickens to mortar like paste.
 Sweating like a pig, and thinking of the pay.
 While beating out the lumps in haste.


 I add the water and the stock.
 As the soup cries out for flavour.
 The leekie is in,but forget, not the cock.
 Come on now, and mind your behaviour.


 The colour is not right, it needs to look creamy.
 I am ready with my buns,
 So love your food and just get steamy.
 Think soup, and dont get the runs.









 

 9)      One For The Brain

 In blistering wind, snow, frost and sunny rain.
 Healthy food is good for the brain.
 A smile for the great big feast.
 Though the barbeque is the mans beast.
 


 Is it a beer, or a glass of wine.
 Do not go mad, and it will be just fine.
 Take some exercise and smile a bit.
 Not the new years resolution of getting fit.


 
 Vegetable, salads, fish, nuts and seeds.
 Sometimes I am skint, so it is just the weeds.
 Not a problem, if you are feeling fruity.
 It will not put much weight, on the booty.


 So come on folks, lets get cooking.
 I am not saying it will make you better looking.
 So I am ending on a hungry note.
 I am starving and the kids have given the       
 takeaway vote.










 

 10)     My Racing Heart

 The blood thins out, I ate a chilli.
 It could have been red wine.
 My heart is pounding hard, its silly.
 Hoping I will be fine.


 What did I eat? what did I drink?
 Was it the thought of the ice rink.
 I will try to breath more easily.
 But I am sounding very weasily.


 Pumping and pounding, headaches all the time.
 I really need to change my ways.
 The drink makes me murmer into a mime.
 My mind is heading for the bays.


 Which one do you think? with a racing heart.
 Traffic, busy brain, stop and start.
 Too much stress cannot be good.
 Remember a coffin box is made of wood.


 So keep a healthy body,a healthy mind.
 Never look for confusion.
 Happiness you will always find.
 A stomach pump is bad, so is a transfusion.

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