Best Mashed Poems

A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer 

Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having...

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An oddly-shaped Thanksgiving bird:
   quirky 
   turkey

What we call Grandma's mashed potatoes:
   dreamy 
   creamy

How she adds...

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Thanksgiving Day for me is very nice,
   I do what my mother did and her mother.
      A gathering...

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A Christmas dinner that can’t be beat
Here is the menu of what we’ll eat

Mashed potatoes whipped smooth and fluffy
Green bean casserole; nice and crunchy

Pickles and...

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My curfew according to my mom is, “before the sun goes down!”
She never gives me the time to meet with friends and hang around
My dad...

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Oh, take me to the bucket in the sky,
where smells of fast food cooking tantalize -
a poultry paradise where no birds fly,
but come instead with...

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I suppose I'm revealin' my age as I compose this little ditty,
But as I compare costs today with yesteryear I exclaim, "What a pity!"
Gas cost...

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Such pleasure it gives yet thrown away
believe me it will happen to us all one day,
the only way out sadly is not alive
the secret being...

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One single dish with one single pea

The sign on the door said, 
Come one and come all
We welcome the short
and we welcome the tall

From the...

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The sound of thick bubbling,
with the smell of fresh blackberries.
The stains upon our fingers and clothes,
all part of my homemade jam memories.

Growing wild along the...

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The lowly turnip
Earthy, fleshy
Roots falling from its eyes
Fed to  livestock
One of God’s root crops
Yet deemed  untasty
By most palates 

Carrots and potatoes
Receive accolades
Carrots in...

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There once was a fight on my plate
In front of my face while I ate

The Broccoli on the left picked up its Spear
And stabbed the...

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as the weight of my breath becomes
one heavy mist gathering smoke 
on the floor, until i holler inside my lungs
as if to collapse or disintegrate
into...

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Lost in a Land of Gold and Honey


What is white?
 
What do you call white?

White can be a mixture of races like shepherd pie.
A mixture...

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The host was the most, an elegant man,
Who throws great parties like no one else can.
All were dressed to the nines for a special affair,
While...

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