Best Chomp Poems
A Champion must lust for that ancient adrenaline
the primal prize alive in the eyes, trophy of thunder in the pulse,
a Champion's heart welcomes adversity with teeth gleaming sharply,
worships the battlefield with risk righteous in ripped tradition,
doesn't celebrate the strikes that knock the foe into awe
finds glory in striving for the impossible
creates Legend from the unthinkable become visible,
buries the adversary's soul in the winter of forever woe,
the Champion says with disciplined effort and presence pure in practice,
lightning is comin for you, blasting your bones, bashing your boasts
tear you up and down and all around
your dreams nor dare, will not be found,
The Champion must adore the trauma of training,
remembers the humility of a Beginer's trouncing,
must pray with innocent instinct, thank Providence with confident conviction,
makin bravery out of bruises and being headstrong amidst hecklers,
invents technique like a Freeborn freak,
they shame the opposition into reverence with indisputable excellence,
true Champions are unforgettable, architects of shock and hope irrevocable,
indestructable like a titanium pyramid,
To be a Champion is to have a demolishing drive,
they must excel when underestimated
and must dominate when expected to succeed,
the Champion's Faith devours fear and punishes pretenders,
to finish the foe with decisive declaration, " Check Mate! "
a Champion always defies, and never dies,
there is no calculation of defeat for an Angel following a Divine beat -
J.A.B.
Six men had found a kiosk in a clearing in the woods
They ordered up some hotdogs from the chef of meaty goods
One tried to boost his appetite by going for a stroll
His friends thought he’d gone home… but he’d been devoured whole
Five men were eating hotdogs but one had to take a pee
He nipped into the woods where he would let his pee go free
He found an oak where he could pee and nobody would see
And was eaten by a crocodile hid behind the tree
Four men were eating hotdogs and one missed his childhood friend
A friend more like a brother and on whom he could depend
His friend had been gone longer than he thought he might intend
He went to search the woods and met the croc… then met his end
Three men were eating hotdogs but their number now was dwindling
They’d gone into the woods and they were not collecting kindling
One said they’re playing tricks on us and marched into the trees
The crocodile only left the bit below his knees
Two men were eating hotdogs and they eyeballed one another
Could it be that one was an assassin undercover
One nibbled at his hotdog before getting to his feet
Then headed off and met the croc he didn’t know he’d meet
One man gazed at his hotdog with a newfound clarity
He put aside that hotdog for he knew where he should be
And now he tells the world he’s seen the writing on the wall
His placards say, “Ban hotdogs… for they’re gonna kill us all!”
Stick With It
The going can get tough
And life itself is rough
Don’t chomp at the bit
Stick with it
The world can be mean
A lot of changes in the scene
Don’t chomp at the bit
Stick with it
Prayers are never heard
People are absurd
Don’t chomp at the bit
Stick with it
You get no more than yes
At the why’s you have to guess
Don’t chomp at the bit
Stick with it
In life you just don’t quit
On the sidelines, please don’t sit
Don’t chomp at the bit
Stick with it
Life has twists and turns
And we have to be concerned
Don’t chomp at the bit
Stick with it
Celine Rose Mariotti
I have invented the Jalapeno Hoppers, and they are all the rage.
The candy designers and I jumped swiftly onto the inventors page.
We have added chocolate and caramel to the spicy sauce of green.
When you take a bite, your first reaction is a delighted scream!
Now scramble toward the Jalapeno table, and decorate your fix.
Use lemon drops or chili cha cha’s’ we’ve thrown salt rags in the mix.
You can change the taste a tiny bit with a garnish on the side.
I usually use barbequed bananas, but gummies never want to hide.
The candy I have invented is refreshing, and it makes you younger too.
As you chomp on the hoppers, you will go from age sixty to twenty-two.
You will need to bring some smaller clothes, maybe a size two or three.
You will love how your waist feels, and you will be as happy as can be!
She chewed.
Everything is like chewing a tether.
The swarm.
Yuck.
It felt like entrails clogging the way forward.
She chewed.
Like she was chewing on a burning hot paperclip.
Eeek.
But whatever she was chewing snapped.
Withered.
There was a flushed silence.
Creeping feelings in her throat.
But that’s what a curse is.
You think you can chew it up fast.
So she did.
Chomped down as if she was scarfing down evil mosquitoes.
Gross.