Best Fries Poems
I ordered French fries for my alligator,
But he stated,
“I’ll eat them later.”
So I spoke up to the waiting waiter,
And said, “Please do me a favor.
Go and take the taters
Out of the fry-o-later.”
Then the waiter intently tried to hawk,
Soup in a crock
For the hungry croc.
But my gator didn’t like the knock
Of being called a dumb old croc.
“My pal is not a schlock,
So, no, to swill in a crock.”
The waiter whose name tag stated, Lyle,
Said without a smile,
“We only serve crocodiles.”
“Why the change, I asked Lyle?
We do not like this style.
A gator is a fine reptile;
Much better than a crocodile.”
So we stared into the waiter’s eyes,
And despised
That waiter’s guise.
That’s when my gator improvised
By catching Lyle by surprise.
He gulped him down, though oversized
Yet, much more filling than French fries
Okay I hereby confess to you guys
All my life I've had a craving for fries
Could eat a whole ton
Can't stop at just one
Ladies warned me, they go straight to my thighs
© Jack Ellison 2015
A nearly full bag of fries in a trash bin
is a little tempting to one not having eaten all day!
Somewhere is a single mom scrubbing floors
so her kids can eat a PB sandwich
smeared with a little jelly,
or maybe
she will leave them with generic macaroni,
a Kraft substitute easy for kids to fix alone -
but no big juicy red apples because
those would cost twice as much
as packaged macaroni for several kids.
At least cheese in little packets is calcium for bones.
Or is it?
When it’s the season to be jolly,
potatoes are rather cheap and versatile.
You can boil, fry, bake or microwave them.
You can buy them flaked
for cafeteria style mashed potatoes.
But there is something special about salted French fries
put into red containers bought at McDonald’s although
they get tossed out barely eaten with half-drunk cokes
in the same way that people throw money out the door
almost any time they go out to eat.
Eating out! That is such a luxury for someone who is poor.
I’m ok; my belly has its fair share of fat.
Folks like me can always last till we get home.
But tonight while it is cold and dark,
I hope someone will find those fries I spy
sitting at the top of this garbage heap.
I know they’d be a treat for someone truly starving,
and they’d appreciate them more than he
who was eating them when they were nice and hot.
Even better, of course, I hope all those in need
can find a way to feed their families and always have
a place to lay their head down for the night.
For the Garbage Poetry Contest of Anthony Slausen
They are without a doubt
my favorite potato delicacy
French fries
Just the aroma makes me swoon
in sheer ecstasy ... bang zoom
As a youngster, I could eat them everyday
if it were left up to me
French fries
Sliced in circles or sticks,
tossed in the deep fry ... hmmm,
has me licking my lips
Scientists try to tell me
that their nutritional value is low
But what does an egghead know
Anybody who disses the fries,
they must be slow
Or gotten concussed in the head
by an errant elbow
The bottom line is this:
give me the French fries,
and you can have the rest of the menu
Kwaheri, arrivederci
and a fond adieu
Call me king of the potato heads,
now what shall I call you?
It’s time!
Spud,
You’re unearthed,
Exposed,
Don’t go all mushy,
I love your style,
Thinking about you,
Taste buds dance,
My little French fry,
Attractively dishy,
You’re quite a meal,
Deep-fried and hot,
To think dear,
Once just a potato,
Now far from your roots,
Everyone,
Wants part of you,
Quickly!
Let me reach,
I’m thinking!
Tomato sauce,
Hmm!!!!!
04/03/2017
Wendy Jae
love the taste
it don't go to waste
i eat and sleep
its lunch
with my bunch
to save money its wises
to have
BURGER AND FRIES
Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs
When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss
Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat mush and ground up junk
My teeth are all gone, can't chew anymore
Things go down whole, my tummy gets sore
So such is the life of this senior type dude
Head for the washroom, each time I eat food
Food disappears like famous greased lightning
Or I sit there for hours, really quite frightening
Irregularity's my name, I'm Irreg for short
Hope an operation, I don't have to resort
An artificial esophagus transplanted in me
So I can go regular like it once used to be
Oh for the days when I could eat all that junk
Those days are gone, who woulda thunk
That one day I'd be eating my morning cereal
Laced with Metamucil or some such material!
© Jack Ellison 2012
fried eggs and French fries
a winning combination
just give it a try
Crunchy golden brown potatoes
Cut unevenly into strips sticks
One maybe half, one and two inches long
Best eaten after freshly fried
So thus us, creations of God
Unequal to wit, might and talents
Yet, daily equip in battle of growing
Not on failing but succeeding
The fries eaten plain or flavored
So is man simple and favored
The fries a fine finger food
So is man by nature is born good
Either served on plate or pouch
Us humans ready to serve and touch
Sometimes bitten bit or whole
Us humans molded clever or fool
by: olive_eloi
10:07am
01/19/2014
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Waiting for chips*
Hungry at noon
Vinegar, salt
Use a fork not a spoon
Eat by the sea
Where the waves are unhurried
Peas that are mushed
Sauce that is curried
Two slices of bread
A chip butty create
Overloading my buds
Luscious carbohydrate
There are pies. There are peas
There is gravy and fish
Loading it all on your tray
Pile it up as you wish..
Unwrap from the paper
Don't decant to a plate
'Saves washing up'
And besides it tastes great
The angels in heaven
Look downward in awe..
As the humans devour
Much of what they adore
One of life's simple pleasures
Take a peek, there are many
Eating chips by the sea
Can't be beaten by any
Jinjagoliath
2nd July 2023
*in the UK French fries are 'chips'
HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHY, 50 LIKES ABOUT “SWEET POTATO FRIES”.? PEOPLE POST ABOUT LOVE OR FAME , PEOPLE POST ABOUT PERSONAL GAIN, PEOPLE POST ABOUT FUN OR ABOUT HOPE, PEOPLE POST WITH A PERSONAL SCOPE.
PEOPLE POST ABOUT TRAGEDY, LOSS OF A LOVED ONE OR A PET, SOMETHING SO DEAR, IT TOUCHES SO DEEPLY ITS MEANING SO CLEAR, THAT SOMEONE IS SHARING THEIR PAIN, 400 FRIENDS THEY DO REFRAIN, TOO AFRAID OR INDIFFERENT TO POST A “LIKE” AN INTELLIGENT POST GONE IN VAIN, REAL IS FORGOTTEN, ITS ONLY SHAME IS THAT IT IS A POST OF REALISM INDIFFERENCE TO BLAME.?
PEOPLE POST WITH SUCH INTELLIGENCE, THOUGHTFUL, PROVOKING AND WITH TOTAL RELEVANCE, YET 300 FRIENDS DENY, THEY WOULD RATHER “LIKE” A PICTURE OF “SWEET POTATO FRIES”.
A LIFE EVENT JUST OCCURRED, A NEW HOME BOUGHT, A TRIP OF A LIFETIME WITH PICTURES TO MATCH! SUCH INCREDIBLE POSTS BY ANY EYES MIND, OH BUT HOW TO COMPETE WITH “SWEET POTATO FRIES”
YOU WONDER WHY SOME RARELY POST, ON A WALL LIKE A FLY, WELL YOU FIGURE IT OUT, IS IT THEY HAVE NOTHING TO SAY, NOTHING TO SHARE, NOTHING TO SPARE EXCEPT FOR THEIR FEELINGS TO SAY “I WILL POST RARELY” FOR YOU CAN SEE LIKE A BIG MAC ATTACK, IT IS CLEAR TO ME WHEN PEOPLE HAVE POSTED SOMETHING CLEVER OR WRY, SOMETHING SIGNIFICANT OR THAT MADE ME CRY, HOW CAN YOU COMPETE WITH INSANE, EVERYTHING SIGNIFICANT SEEMS TO BE MET WITH SUCH DISDAIN.
SOCIAL MEDIA YOU SEE ALL HAVE MADE IT TO NOT WHAT IT COULD BE, NOT A FORUM FOR JUST FUN OR LAUGHTER, OR THOUGHT, OR INSIGHT OR FOR LOVE EVER AFTER, SO WE OFTEN WONDER WHY WHEN PEOPLE WITH HUNDREDS OF FRIENDS POST AMAZING THINGS TO BE OUT DONE BY “LIKES” OF “SWEET POTATO FRIES”…POETRY BY DEAN
so thin and hot and greasy
dipped in red ketchup
crispy, yummy, potatoes
fried and golden white
licking salted lips
suck fingers
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5/5/11
Contest:Fast Food Epulaeryu
Crazy.
I thought of those recurring words.
the ones that always come back.
will they one day save me?
nonsense as a simple interjection.
or the last word of an old movie.
the way my mom says 'never'.
or a strange last name.
the brand of a product already out of the market.
and that's all that occurs to me now,
while playing 'death in june' on spotfy
and I eat french fries with paprika,
salt and ketchup.
hot afternoon in the south of the planet,
coca cola is out of gas and I don't care
because I think about the ice cream later...
I miss when I was a teenager,
by this time I would be in my room,
in front of the mirror,
squeezing pimples,
imagining how I would conquer the world.
A Side of Fries
Verne had never had the nerve before.
He stood before her, looked into her eyes
asking “you gonna eat all of those fries?”
Hunger’s hands holding hollow hope.
12/20/2015
submitted to - 4 lines – Poetry contest
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