Poems about ....

EvgeniZyntx

Well, a friend's newsfeed update made me think of this great poem.

This is just to say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

-William Carlos Williams, 1934

What have you got?

SeaRunner26

I'm just not happy with my body
I want to look like the jocks
But as I stare at those Oreos
I want to eat the whole box.

- Me, 2012
(All rights reserved, Copyrighted, Patent Pending etc.)

phillieschic

^^^^^^^^ HAHAHAHAHA!

God, I love Oreos.

slackerwoman

^^^^^^^^ HAHAHAHAHA!

God, I love Oreos.

I second that unrequited love

melaniecheeks

I eat my peas with honey
I've done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on my knife!

19kat55

Salad is Incompatible with Life
Yes, my waist is fifty inches -
Big for me because I'm short.
And yes, I like my cheddar cheese
When partnered with a vintage port.

Okay, okay, that double cream
Is always served with pud,
And cake and biscuits with my tea
Are just no bloody good

For my poor hardened arteries,
But see my point of view,
Please dear wifey if you please,
A Salad makes me spew!

I'd rather eat a bowl of air
Than crunch away on greens;
Drink water from the toilet bowl
Or nibble on my jeans!

But salad! Are you there?
You know it makes me snappy -
So let me fill my face with grub,
Stay fat, and die young happy!





Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

wellbert

Roses are red
Bacon is red
Poems are hard.
bacon.

TruffleChunks

I love food, I always have,
It’s why I wake each day.
Unfortunately it doesn’t love me,
And for my sins I pay.

For every doughnut I lovingly eat,
I get more dimples in each thigh.
For every icecream I tenderly lick,
I’m less appealing to the eye.

For every plate that I lick clean,
For every sausage I adore.
For every biscuit I hold dear,
For every crumb that falls on the floor.

For every bite I graciously savour,
I get no reward at all.
Just fingers too fat to get in the jar,
And a bum too big for the stool.

MrsBlobs

I'm desperate to lose all this weight
It's the wobbly back fat that I really hate

When doing up my walking shoe
My bum crack shows and my face turns blue

On MFP I count my food, it helps me stay in line,
I then go do some jumping jacks to make room for more wine

Zomoniac

Prepared with such care,
Tenderly flowing juices,
The steak awaits me.