Poems about ....

EvgeniZyntx
EvgeniZyntx Posts: 24,208 Member
in Food and Nutrition
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?

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  • SeaRunner26
    SeaRunner26 Posts: 5,143 Member
    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
    phillieschic Posts: 615
    ^^^^^^^^ HAHAHAHAHA!

    God, I love Oreos.
  • slackerwoman
    slackerwoman Posts: 261 Member
    ^^^^^^^^ HAHAHAHAHA!

    God, I love Oreos.

    I second that unrequited love
  • melaniecheeks
    melaniecheeks Posts: 6,349 Member
    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
    19kat55 Posts: 336 Member
    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
    wellbert Posts: 3,924 Member
    Roses are red
    Bacon is red
    Poems are hard.
    bacon.
  • TruffleChunks
    TruffleChunks Posts: 1 Member
    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
    MrsBlobs Posts: 310 Member
    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
    Zomoniac Posts: 1,169 Member
    Prepared with such care,
    Tenderly flowing juices,
    The steak awaits me.

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