10 Best Famous Dessert Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Dessert poems. This is a select list of the best famous Dessert poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Dessert poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of dessert poems.

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The Child Is Father Of The Man, But Not For Quite A While

So Thomas Edison
Never drank his medicine;
So Blackstone and Hoyle
Refused cod-liver oil;
So Sir Thomas Malory
Never heard of a calory;
So the Earl of Lennox
Murdered Rizzio without the aid of vitamins or calisthenox;
So Socrates and Plato
Ate dessert without finishing their potato;
So spinach was too spinachy
For Leonardo da Vinaci;
Well, it's all immaterial,
So eat your nice cereal,
And if you want to name your ration,
First go get a reputation.

 O do not use me 

After my sins! look not on my dessert, 

But on your glory! Then you will reform 

And not refuse me: for you only art 

The mighty God, but I a silly worm; 

O do not bruise me! 



O do not urge me! 

For what account can your ill steward make? 

I have abused your stock, destroyed your woods, 

Sucked all your storehouses: my head did ache, 

Till it found out how to consume your goods: 

O do not scourge me! 



O do not blind me! 

I have deserved that an Egyptian night 

Should thicken all my powers; because my lust 

Has still sewed fig-leaves to exclude your light: 

But I am frailty, and already dust; 

O do not grind me! 



O do not fill me 

With the turned vial of your bitter wrath! 

For you have other vessels full of blood, 

A part whereof my Savior emptied hath, 

Even unto death: since he died for my good, 

O do not kill me! 



But O reprieve me! 

For you have life and death at your command; 

You are both Judge and Savior, feast and rod, 

Cordial and Corrosive: put not your hand 

Into the bitter box; but O my God, 

My God, relieve me!

 Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, 
Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; 
Strange entrees with a jangle of glass bars 
Fantastically alive with subtle scorn; 
Fish, by a plopping, gurgling rush of waters, 
Clear, vibrant waters, beautifully austere; 
Roast, with a thunder of drums to stun the ear, 
A screaming fife, a voice from ancient slaughters! 

Over the salad let the woodwinds moan; 
Then the green silence of many watercresses; 
Dessert, a balalaika, strummed alone; 
Coffee, a slow, low singing no passion stresses; 
Such are my thoughts as -- clang! crash! bang! -- I brood 
And gorge the sticky mess these fools call food!