Best Porridge Poems

White as snow
                               sugar sprinkle and cinnamon

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Her booty is like yam porridge 
She's gonna blow that mind away
I know you can't wait 
She will show you how to work 
without an interview 
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Ready brek is super smooth
Porridge in your bowl
Steaming hot, delicious oats
For when you’re on the go
So for those winter mornings
Why not try a bowl
Be nice and warm on the inside
And have an instant glow
To make it, it’s so easy
Just stir in some hot milk
Then your...

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My mother said:- I have to eat more porridge,
And when I grow up, I will be very strong.
Now I'm a porter,  carrying heavy bags to storage.
The advice of a mother never can be wrong!...

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Patrick, Pearl and Phillip were fond siblings, in halcyon days of fairy tales;
Long beloved of Mother and Father, like beloved ballads of all nightingales.

Father was a successful tailor, creating finest clothes for women and men;
And they dwelled in a village near the river, in teal...

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Porridge is ready
Smelling nice and ruddy
Quick and fast
Wash every plate
My hunger and thirst
Can't wait to get a taste.
 
Porridge is ready
Thanks to mum and daddy
Spicy and tasty
Yum, yum, yummy
I ate a little hasty
That's why I love you mummy.
 
Porridge is ready
Delicious and ruddy
With pleasure, I...

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Holy Porridge


When you suffer a sore throat
you'll appreciate this thought;

The softness of holy porridge
with no ingesting way is a bridge,

Without biting or chewing tooth
gums, hot porridge will sooth 

For, babies and toothless alike
have nothing in porridge to dislike.

Where one is bedridden or sick
has energy only...

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weighing curds and whey
the spider spied, her courage
curdled, ran away


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another alliterative haiku for you...

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The creamy-porridge skies 
Gave us drizzle at noon 
  The sun’s drooping violet 
Palette squinted over the hills
And hid there, for the clouds 
Were annulling her will.
   
   At one the rain shifted its weight 
To white withering gloom,
With haste...

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Prayed for courage

And in return was given porridge

Topped with salt instead of sugar

And water for milk

Cooked in a kitchen of filth

To be eat out of a chipped saucepan

With plastic chopsticks for cutlery

Tracing help into forage ferrell wild oats

The holy father's sins 

Handed down to his...

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Courage in Steerage and Porridge

You will never read another
limerick like this one. Was
watching Cinderella when
courage was mentioned.

We heard she had so much courage;
Was stuffed in shoe  in her steerage;
So much delight,
In pretty sight;
She also had tasted it in her porridge.

Jim Horn...

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PORRIDGE





                                   I’ve put up with it for years   -...

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Porridge Ten days old 



You ask me to wait around 
And then you went away
I think your timing was wrong
But who am I to say

Saw picture of you 
The beauty is in your face
But you show no compassion
Think your heart’s been miss place

We both light...

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“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie, face
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!”
“Address To A Haggis”, Robert Burns, 1786.
(Keeper o’er the Fourth Kingdom)

Robert, Robert, Fourth Kingdom
Gate Keeper.
No Telestial glory
Befits the poet deeper!

Wherefore is thy legacy
Robert Burns, regretfully
Wherefore is thy Haggis?
Thy Puddin’ flees before thee.

Thy Hippopotami give birth
Purple, purple,...

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A pot of stew. 
Made with meat. 
Meat and more meat.
I am hungry. 

What is for dinner, mother?...

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