Poems with rhymes of frying

Big Brother maybe watching but I'm still not buying
got food to eat like fish for frying

got beggars crying & I'm not lying
get fish to eat but I'm not frying

Draw there the Pastor for his bible crying,
The souldier for his sword, The Glutton frying

I choke with tears when the day is dying—
The sunsets grand and the stars are bright;
But it’s O! for the smell of the fried fish frying

Could we cease our busy buying,
Baking, broiling, brewing, frying,

Feeling like crying,
But the tears are frying.

In the garden the laundry is drying
In the stove the meet is frying

In the garden the laundry is drying
In the stove the meet is frying