First Love

First Love

We will always remember our first love,
At the time they were the only thing we could think of,
On our mind from the morning until the night,
The thing you would turn to when nothing went right,
My first love was pickled onion crisps,
Which took all attention off the my mothers cooked chips,
It was heaven in my mouth from the beautiful flavour,
Every moment from every crisp I had to savour,
The crumbs off my fingers would get licked away,
And I slurped the empty packed without delay,
They had to come with me where ever I went,
Because I got motivation from their delightful scent,
They knew that I wanted them and they also wanted me,
My favourite snack I thought they will always be,
But my love for them did finally end,
They were no longer my lover but just a friend,
I found something that satisfied me even more,
So the pickled onion stayed in the kitchen drawer,
What stole my heart was a chocolate cake,
A high calorie feast that my mother would bake,
But my first love I know I will never forget,
And maybe choosing the cake one day I’ll regret,
To me they will always be a delicious potato snack,
And they will still be in the drawer if I ever wanted them back.

A Poem By Corey Booth -03/05/12 🙂

By the way everyone the title is a hint for this weeks “poetry challenge” which will be posted later today 😉  

Left With Tina Turners Album

Background on this poem/freestyle/rhyme

I woke up this morning and thought it would be a good idea if i tried to make a freestyle poem before i had even left my bed to see if it would make my brain function better throughout the day and make the poetry i write later on that bit better! I woke up in a funny mood so this is more of a comedy freestyle, so don’t get offended by anything it’s just some fun, this is wrote down with no changes it’s exactly how it came out of my little clown brain 😀

Left With Tina Turners Album

This rhyme has not got a meaning,
Like a woman, stick to the cleaning,
Screaming, like I’m on a roller coaster,
Or little girls seeing a Justin Bieber poster,
If your big I’ll toast ya,
If you’re a chicken I’ll roast ya,
Then ill feed you to my kittens,
They have cold paws, can’t find their mittens,
Good riddance, Gadaffi’s dead,
Found him in a tube, he made his own bed,
I enter a tube with lube,
I don’t want to be crude its rude,
Like running into a care home nude,
So I get naked,
Then get a kitten and shake it,
Irritate it,
Find a blackboard and with my finger nails scrape it,
Damn, now my middle nail I have injured it,
Disfigured it,
It’s now an emergency,
Really needing a shit adds to the urgency
So I found a donkey who gave me surgery,
Then he kicked me in the face and nicked my phone, burglary,
So I lay on the floor and nearly got hit by a woman driver,
She got out and said “Ouch you look sore, you’re lucky to be a survivor,”
She offered to take me home, I had to guide her,
I whispered in her ear that I wanted to divide her,
She went crazy, scarier than a spider,
Rammed lip-gloss in my mouth and stabbed me with her eye liner,
Called me a disgrace then chucked me out of the car and spat in my face,
There was me thinking she thought I was handsome,
Left me there clutching to her Tina Turner album,
Remember Donkeys are a phantom,
This freestyle has been a lot more than random =/

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 21/10/11 🙂