Mashed, Bashed, Smashed, Crashed,
Crushed, Smushed, Mushed,
Buttery, Garlicky,
Delish.
Omm,
I am BigRed destroyer of veggies.
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A slapdash flight into a world of poems that should not exist. Big Red, a lone crusader championing the cause of the the fruits, the veggies, against criminal foods who operate in a world above the healthy diet.
Forsooth, tis me, me thinks
- Big Red
- Los Angeles, Califonia, United States
- One man, one mission, to lose weight and the flights of fancy into the world of the food that he eats.
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Followers
A Manual--- Wait... an explanation... well something to explain this blog a bit.
To the left what you'll find,
is a group of poems. Of varying sorts and kinds.
Some breaking all the rules of poem-dom.
There are rules of writing poems. Aren't there? Hmmm...
Anyway the point here is what you'll see below,
are poems about foods I ate.
It is not a random collection of foods, a collection left agape,
about my battle grand with my weight and its swords
in the medical and epicurean sense of the words.
In a way, this chronicles my battle to eat well,
to put it in a nutshell.
Ain't that swell?
is a group of poems. Of varying sorts and kinds.
Some breaking all the rules of poem-dom.
There are rules of writing poems. Aren't there? Hmmm...
Anyway the point here is what you'll see below,
are poems about foods I ate.
It is not a random collection of foods, a collection left agape,
about my battle grand with my weight and its swords
in the medical and epicurean sense of the words.
In a way, this chronicles my battle to eat well,
to put it in a nutshell.
Ain't that swell?
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