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Famous Victuals Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Victuals poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous victuals poems. These examples illustrate what a famous victuals poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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...There was an old woman, and what do you think?She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,And yet this old woman could never be quiet....Read more of this...
by Goose, Mother



...and
Against the vile temptation
Held out on every hand;
Eschewing all the tittles
With vanity replete,
I'm loyal to the victuals
Our grandsires used to eat!
I'm glad I've got three willing boys
To hang around and tease
Their mother for the filling joys
Of apple-pie and cheese!

Your flavored creams and ices
And your dainty angel-food
Are mighty fine devices
To regale the dainty dude;
Your terrapin and oysters,
With wine to wash 'em down,
Are just the thing for roisters
When p...Read more of this...
by Field, Eugene
..., O'Meally and Hail. 

Yes! There's the mark of the bullet -- he's got it inside of him yet, 
Mixed up somehow with his victuals; but, bless you, he don't seem to fret! 
Gluttonous, ugly, and lazy -- eats anything he can bite; 
Now, let us shut up the stable, and bid the old fellow good night. 
Ah! we can't breed 'em, the son that were bred when we old uns were young.... 
Yes, as I said, these bushrangers, none of 'em lived to be hung. 
Gilbert was shot by the troopers, Hall ...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...n' now, ez sho's you bo'n,
A-squeakin' of yo' whistle 'g'inst a gread big ho'n.
Ef you ain't got but a teenchy bit o' victuals on de table,
Whut' de use a-claimin' hit's a feas'?
Fe' de folks is mighty 'spicious, an' dey's ap' to come apeerin',
Lookin' fe' de scraps you lef' at leas'.
Wen de meal's a-hidin' f'om de meal-bin's top,
You needn't talk to hide it; ef you sta'ts, des stop.
Ef yo' min' kin only carry half a pint o' common idees,
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by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...he never did no human bein' harm!
A certain hearty manner 'nd a fulness uv the vest
Betokened that his sperrits 'nd his victuals wuz the best;
His face wuz so benevolent, his smile so sweet 'nd kind,
That they seemed to be the reflex uv an honest, healthy mind;
And God had set upon his head a crown uv silver hair
In promise uv the golden crown He meaneth him to wear.
So, uv us boys that met him out'n Denver, there wuz none
But fell in love with Dana uv the Noo York Sun.

But ...Read more of this...
by Field, Eugene



...with the spoon. 

Eat slowly: only men in rags 
And gluttons old in sin 
Mistake themselves for carpet bags 
And tumble victuals in. 

The privy pinch, the whispered tease, 
The wild, unseemly yell -- 
When children do such things as these, 
We say, "It is not well." 

Endure your mother's timely stare, 
Your father's righteous ire, 
And do not wriggle on your chair 
Like flannel in the fire. 

Be silent: you may chatter loud 
When you are fully grown, 
Surrounded by a silent...Read more of this...
by Raleigh, Sir Walter
...‘TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: 
You eat your victuals fast enough; 
There can’t be much amiss, ’tis clear, 
To see the rate you drink your beer. 
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,  5
It gives a chap the belly-ache. 
The cow, the old cow, she is dead; 
It sleeps well, the horned head: 
We poor lads, ’tis our turn now.
To hear such tunes as killed the cow! 
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme 
Your frie...Read more of this...
by Housman, A E
...e "true Orinoco". 

We must slave with our quills -- 
Keep the cash -- pay the bills -- 
Keep account of the liquor and victuals -- 
So I think you'll agree 
That the gay A.D.C. 
Has a life that's not all beer and skittles!...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...may not advance,
As for to deale with no such pouraille*, *offal, refuse
But all with rich, and sellers of vitaille*. *victuals
And *ov'r all there as* profit should arise, *in every place where&
Courteous he was, and lowly of service;
There n'as no man nowhere so virtuous.
He was the beste beggar in all his house:
And gave a certain farme for the grant, 
None of his bretheren came in his haunt.
For though a widow hadde but one shoe,
So pleasant was his In Principio,...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...e awoke as when she slept.

Where might this woman meat and drinke have?
Three year and more how lasted her vitaille*? *victuals
Who fed the Egyptian Mary in the cave
Or in desert? no wight but Christ *sans faille.* *without fail*
Five thousand folk it was as great marvaille
With loaves five and fishes two to feed
God sent his foison* at her greate need. *abundance

She drived forth into our ocean
Throughout our wilde sea, till at the last
Under an hold*, that nempnen** I not...Read more of this...
by Chaucer, Geoffrey
...s is the boss age!" 
Brown hits him square between the eyes, 
Exclaiming, "What's the price of sausage?" 

He aimed the victuals in his face, 
As though he thought poor Jones a glutton. 
And Jones was covered with disgrace -- 
Disgrace and shame, and beef and mutton. 
His cause was lost -- a hopeless wreck 
He crept off from the hooting throng; 
Protection proudly ruled the deck, 
Here ends the sausage and the song....Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...r hus -- 

"Cook , by the way, came up today, 
To bid me suit myself -- 
And what d'ye think? The rats have gnaw'd 
The victuals on the shelf, 
And, lord! there's such a letter come, 
Inviting you to fight! 
Of course you don't intend to go -- 
God bless you, dear, good night!"...Read more of this...
by Hood, Thomas
...hyeah te'itory.
You des come fu' me to tell
You a tale, an' I ain'—well—
Look hyeah, what is dat I smell?
Steamin' victuals? Glory!
Come in, Missy, how you do?
Come up by de fiah,
I was jokin', chile, wid you;
Bring dat basket nighah.
Huh uh, ain't dat lak ol' Miss,
Sen'in' me a feas' lak dis?
Rheumatiz cain't stop my bliss,
Case I's feelin' spryah.
Chicken meat an' gravy, too,
Hot an' still a-heatin';
Good ol' sweet pertater stew;
Missy b'lieves in treatin'....Read more of this...
by Laurence Dunbar, Paul

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