Best Treats Poems
Trying to invent one word poems
Called "texting treats."
Poems of five words or more?
Oh, no !
Are far too hard for us to read!
Itt's speed we need.
A reflection of this electronic age.
Short poems, short replies.
From the beauty of the English
language.....
We, hereby run in retreat.
And joyfully disengage our heritage!
November 17, 2019
yellow petals, lone star highs -
catching the Black-eyed Susans
with butterfly eyes
My children couldn't believe their luck,
Down the drive came a McDonald's truck!
their eyes lit up
thinking of treats to sup
Alas, truck had come - septic tank to suck.
Written 25 August 2018
Real story
Submitted to 'Fool me once'
Contest by Brenda Chiri
Morning time...waking with sweets in my mouth
cinnamon carameltmarshmellowed out
breakfast cereal Sugar Dynamite
secret prize inside,bestows x-ray sight
Sugar shock,tooth rot,'60s psycotropic lollipops
an infinite selection @ Treat's Sweetshop
its addictive candy flavors
improves moods and bad behavior
beware of its dangers
sugar rush overdose and hypereality at most
Peanutbrittle,jawbreakers,misfortune cookie riddles
limesours with saccarine middles
crispycreams filled my mouth
multi-colored jelly beans,sweet and sour insideout
Chocolate candy bars filled the candy jars
cinnamon coal pepper scorchers
mouth and stomach torture
jellied fruit medley,candied vomit,flavor bliss
oatmeal crisps and spicey comets
cool peppermints sooth
my tongue stuck to sticky tarts stronger than glue
Sugared hyper,spoiled rotten
the last flavor blast,gone not forgotten
Narcotic treats penny gag sweets
firecracker gum
blistering flaming lip smackers
and moldy sugarplums
Blue cotton candy,caramel dandies,gingersnaps
assorted sugared snacks,
bubblegum taffy stale rotten candy
are tough chewing tasks
the good stuff in my secret stash:
vanilla cream mashed between two oatmeal cookies
even tried vegan fruikies
my heart's desire...
spent several days sugar wired...still ain't tired
When tastebuds crave an everlasting taste
even toothpaste's nothing to waste
suck,never chew hot swallows in haste
found tastebud relief
gulped this 32oz. blizzard
topped with chopped strawberry twizzlers
Nighttimes mean euphoric wake dreams
cool whipped creamed baked desserts
milkshakes quenched my sugar thirst
Next an ice cream brainfreeze sprinkled with the works,
Ate three slices of icecream cake unthawed,
and an entire carton of chocolate marshmellow smorgasborgs
smothered in toffee fudge crunch and caramel popcorn munch
Baked treats make each morning time sublime
Sugared creamed pastries cake sweet
Saccarine cereal tastes surreal
Chocolate sprinkled ,vanilla milkshakes
completes morning meal
Then the entire day of sugar shock toothrot
indulgence at Treat 's Sweet Shop
My puppy looked up with needy eyes,
Begging for a little woofy surprise,
She wagged her tail and licked her lips
As I fed her tasty, fresh ham strips,
I think she's a food-napper in disguise.
All treats and no tricks.
Said the man in the scarecrow hat.
Apple cider and pumpkin pie.
Candy bags filled a mile high.
But no tricks from the skeleton costume.
Just hershey bars and three musketeers.
All treats and no tricks.
Said the whichy woman with a broomstick
in her hand.
Just a bag full of candy corn and chocalote kisses.
All treats and no tricks.
Said the boy in the frankenstein monster costume.
This Halloween is the funnest time of year..
Halloween Treat-Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2014..ALL rights reserved.
Juicy round orange.
Squeeze roll and cut a round hole.
Use peppermint stick as straw.
Juicy round lemon.
Squeeze roll and cut a round hole.
Use peppermint stick as straw.
Juicy round apple.
Cut and slice in eight pieces.
Spread peanut butter on thick!
Juicy round donut.
Cut half in two like sandwich.
Put pineapple slice.
Using donut halves.
Make a pineapple sandwich,
Very juicy Christmas treats.
Dedicated to My Moma
My favorite appliance is not my own
or even located inside of my home.
No matter where on this earth I rove,
I gladly returned to my Mother’s stove.
My family lived all over the world
so her stove's colors are memory swirl,
but they all had one trait in common -
ensuring nutrition was never a problem.
My Mother’s stove was like sacred ground
where memories were both kept and found.
There have been accidents and experiments,
all kinds of assorted stove incidents.
There have been familiars, real dinner winners,
dilemmas and treats turning us all into grinners.
Always her stove turned dinners to love
whether they thrilled or illed my taste buds.
My Mother’s stove had the perfect flare
for keeping each member, family aware.
I wish for mealtime recall ever vibrant
that stays my stove-Mother-joy alignment.
The highlight of the year for dear old Dad
Was Halloween when treats were to be had
His modus operandi
Son you collect the candy
Snickers for me - licorice for you lad
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
THE GALLOPING GOURMET TREATS
Just finished watching the galloping gourmet
Cooking and frying up fried brains today
All his delicious meals and delectable treats
He may even be pounding and making mince meats
Always like listening to his many happy tunes
While he sings and belts out some merry half moons
He skillfully dices all the mincing of all the ducks
As he precisely illustrated all the glazing of bucks
Now he’s starting to ice all up those delicious cakes
My mouth is watering for all the sweets of ice cream bakes.
Now I’m wishing for a slice of that sweet-hummingbird cakes.
Written: Aug. 27, 2015
Theresa Marie
I was frozen in place when
I felt it “bite me” – a nip
On my neck from a pesky
Mosquito – oh no!
I couldn’t move to kill it,
So I stayed still. But cringed when
I saw the mosquito land
On Deborah’s nose!
4/7/12
Susan Burch
For Linda's "Bite Me" contest
Bit Deborah Burch
Lawn furniture flavored ice cream
served in moxa cups
Candied eyes of freshwater bream
pickled bushdog pups.
Pig pizzle wrapped around a stick
grilled upon the deck
Woven rope with cat head and brick
hung about your neck.
Marzipan violin bowed by a stoat
badminton played widdershins
A toast of poison without antidote
barefoot on needles and pins.
Again, 'tis that glorious season of the year,
For sharin' love and spreadin' holiday cheer!
Time for my dear spouse to begin her ever-lovin',
Bakin' of toothsome delicacies in her trusty oven!
Some of Grandma's recipes are used in this enterprise,
'Specially the one for her scrumptious pecan pies!
She bakes a fruit cake of which I'll taste just a tittle,
But I'll sure sink my choppers into lots of peanut brittle!
An elaborate Victorian gingerbread house is created,
And cakes so soaked in rum I'll surely be inebriated!
There are spritz cookies of every size and shape.
Calories abound in the penuche over which I go ape!
A Yule tradition is a cookie call snickerdoodles.
Of these and pralines I can eat oodles and oodles!
Aromas waftin' about the house nearly drive me daffy,
As she makes cookies, walnut fudge and molasses taffy!
I'm allowed the bliss of the pots and pans to scrape,
But beyond that from the kitchen I must escape!
To sample all that stuff my palate is just itchin',
But I'm unceremoniously invited out of the kitchen!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Eager children await sweet treats
And colourful bags that have been filled
As well as pumpkins lined up to greet
Their tricks make the treats increase
All of the kids are thrilled
Eager children await sweet eats
A Jack-o-lantern is the centrepiece
And a black cat has just appeared
Pumpkins flicker along the streets
In scary ghosts, there's no belief
Ghost hunters are thrilled
Reaching out their hands for treats
Singing to the beat
Of cupcakes colour-sprinkled
Pumpkins are chanting along the street
Tonight, there'll be a feast
As Halloweeners' wishes are fulfilled
Eager witches give kids sweet treats
As ghouls and goblins fly to drumbeats!
This man was so mean, he scared every child
Halloween was his big chance to go wild
Kids rang his doorbell
Screams issued from hell
And if a kid yelled ~ Why, he was all smiles