Philip Rouse's Page

Onion
Once was layers are now torn squares
With breakfast links you are the flare
I drops you in my greasy pan
Growling ponch is a big ol fan

Pez
If OJ had Pez instead of a knife
Would there had been bloodshed and strife
I ask the Juice to give it a ponder
With it's wattle goodness will conjure

Mt. Dew
If Appalachia were home I'd toil in the mine
Kin of coal always being forced to refine
The 7 mart is a beacon in this working life
For it's Mt. Dew and Rolaids for the wife

Chile
Habanero is royal
Regal as it's red
Humid days loyal
Crown Dorset Naga's head

Elephant Ear
Just a flaky piece of crust
The baker's stepchild left for dust
Waiting in my place every churchy morn
Makes this sinner happy he was born

Vanilla With Hershey Syrup
Leather baseball glove couch costs me 5k
I save my pennies for that kick ass day
I will lay on you with ice cream on my belly
Watching the Nats and Pads on the telly

Butter
When eating butter I have a trick
Chomp on it straight from the stick
Under my pillow lie a few
Midnight snack my chiclets chew

Kool Aid
Water added to the mix
Whiffleballer needs his fix
Flashing the bright red mustache grin
Zips the regular pitch for the win

Chorizo
To get to you that swine is history
The parts your made of is a mystery
Fried tasty spices I'll always eat more
While a pound still costs three twenty four

Sushi
Crispy long atennas waver in the air
Bobbing black eyes give cold stare
Shrimp head in my miso soup Kimosabe
More of the eel and loads of wasabi

Sardines
Silver packed in tiny tin
Soaked in tabasco with kin
Whether it be hobo or old Mr. Floop
Fine cuisine when added to bean soup

Kyetume Mango
Kyetume mango tree time
Anyone is free to climb
Filling my hat as they fall
Sweetest and juiciest of them all