Get Your Premium Membership

The Edibles

"They call us the edibles," said a cookie to me, Whose eyes were chocolates and chips, "Your mom shaped us into people, as you see, And now sound comes from our liquorice lips!" "Yeah, and it seems my lips are liquor-ish as well," I said to myself and not to the dessert, Whom I tossed up and when he into my mouth fell, Began screaming, "Is this what I deserve?!" I quickly pulled him out of my mouth and when, Asked why and how he had just spake, He responded to that right there and then, "Because like you, we had just got baked."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 4/2/2018 3:26:00 AM
This poem is lovely.....Fun reading it
Login to Reply
Date: 3/28/2018 2:07:00 PM
Brendan: This piece was fun for me. I'm a simple rhymer of simple things. This is well done. Keep them coming. And thanks for sharing your snack with all of us on the soup. oldbuck
Login to Reply
Fitzsimons  Avatar
B. Joseph Fitzsimons
Date: 3/28/2018 8:52:00 PM
Thanks, Old Buck!
Date: 3/24/2017 7:24:00 AM
Clever and funny and a joy to read. Way to go Brendan, I can relate.
Login to Reply
Date: 2/24/2017 10:37:00 AM
Love love love it! 7 and a fave, I think I'm your biggest fan ;)
Login to Reply
Fitzsimons  Avatar
B. Joseph Fitzsimons
Date: 2/24/2017 10:41:00 AM
I think you are, too, and your poem about gingerbread men inspired this! Thanks for being my muse, Maureen, I love your poems too.