Best Tuna Fish Poems
My cat sat on the window seat
Tail thumping with a rhythmic beat
Like a lioness stalking meat
A bird to eat A bird to eat
Oh, no you don't, my sweet kitty
That raven is much too gritty
You'd be hurt. Oh, what a pity!
You're too pretty You're too pretty
I'll give you a treat, if you wish
With the flavor of tuna fish
I'm certain you'll find it delish
It's in your dish It's in your dish
She ran, making her 'meow' sound
Straight for the kitchen, she was bound
With lightning speed of a greyhound
Her cat food downed Her cat food downed
I found her later, sound asleep
In peaceful dreams, she slept so deep
or she'd have heard the fledgling's "peep"
Of a bird's cheep Of a bird's cheep
August 8, 2022
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A baby elephant arrived at my door,
I invited her in; having guests I adore.
Clutched in her trunk was a purple petunia,
I stifled a giggle; she looked very peculiar!
Swinging her trunk, she request some lunch,
I said “I don’t have much for you to munch”
Still, I ventured into my diminutive kitchen,
engrossed on an elephant feeding mission.
Sadly all my kitchen cupboards were bare,
and I couldn’t locate any jumbo sized fare.
Talullah then proffered six cans of tuna fish,
I found this bizarre, it was quite ludicrous!
She produced ten packs of dried spaghetti,
it appears small elephants are ever ready!
I cooked the spaghetti, piled it up in a dish,
she gobbled the lot and declared it delish!
Talullah requested if she could use the john,
and plodded to the toilet with great aplomb.
I hate to sound mean but she wasn’t petite
her bum wrecked my toilet and split the seat!
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Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
aplomb, john
spaghetti, every ready
tuna fish, ludicrous
kitchen, mission
petunia, peculiar
10/22/18
If I was a cat, I would be a Persian breed, fluffy and fat
And my diamond collar would glitter wherever I'm at
My meow would tell all the birds that I am a queen
And they had better fly off or they’d be my Chow Mein
I’d like to lie in the window seat to bask in the sun
And ignore my owner’s demands, oh what fun
And soon I’d see the red play dot on my beautiful grey fur
She thinks I will chase it, what a bore, I would not stir
I’d cry at the door and scratch and meow loudly too
Until my owner opened it and I'd plan to run through
And head to my neighbor’s house, she’s a sweet lady
I’d meow and pretend to be hungry, I’m so shady
The sweet lady would delightfully open a can of tuna fish
I would rub on her legs and purr, while getting my delicacy wish
And when I am almost done eating my owner would stop by
I would quickly scatter and run home in a blink of an eye
Then I would overhear her ask my neighbor if I am begging again
She would tell her no, she just had a nice visit with a dear friend
I would then be on the window seat, laying on my back
Until my owner approached me with my afternoon catnip snack
A_Abalone by the sea floats to shore then adored
B_Bonnets of the world make my heart unfurl surely not bored
C_Conch alive how their song can jive
D_Dove Shell rings my bell not like bee hive
E_Egg Shell poached with the quail
F_Flamingo Tongue_Cyphoma Gibbosum lives by Opposum Dale
G_Goblet of gold stories of you many which are untold
H_Helmet of the sea seahorses shield from Stingrays stinging bee hold
I_Irish Baking Dish let's fix those Tuna Fish
J_Janthina what a shell purple with great knish
K_King's Crown Shell not on the shore unless mangrove nearby
L_Limpet shell star colored like stars in the universe that fly
M_Money Cowrie_Cypraea moneta_once used for money
N_Nutmeg Shell_Cancellaria Reticulata it's articulata, honey
O_Ostrich Foot Sea Shell looking like a spiraling universe
P_ Purple Turritella spiraling like universe in color submerse
Q_Quest on seeking shells, name it quit or quint and be different
R_Red Moon Sea Shell similar to the clam but red color current
S_Starfish decorates earth's seas
T_Tiger Moon those cat's stripes I see
U_Umbilical Egg Cowrice with your spots
V_Veluntina with your pink hew but not dots
W_Whelk definitely not a woods roaming Elk
X_Xenophoridae shells so varied not spelk
Y_Yellow Helmet exotic shell
Z_Zesty be one's hunt and name a shell Zell...
Shells by the sea shore, fun to find and collect galore
Can you name them all now or do you need to learn more?
Written: March 03,2013
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest:ABC/Any topic
**I am a nearly seventy year old mother, grandmother, and great grandmother..I enjoy going to the seashore for vacation..I have always enjoyed picking up seashells and wondered if they all had names..Well, there are over 15,000 different kind of sea creatures that live in those shells and some have not been named..
Finis'
You've got to be kidding
In a cat's life.We get a rubber mouse,
a shoe string, or a butterfly to play with.
In a cat's life.We get names like Sylvester,
Felix, Tom And Jerry, Morris, and Garfield.
In a cat's life.We chase hamsters, mice, and
rats, anything loose, with a string attached.
In a cat's life.We like a big bowl of warm milk.
Crunchy cat food nuggets.All filled with love.
We like tuna oil, and tuna fish, and goldfish.
Straight from the living room fish tank.In a
cat's life.We like to curl up next to our master,
like a fluffy pillow, weeping willow on a sofa
bed.In a cat's life.We take off our mittens and
booties.As we leave our paw prints in the
muddy soil.In a cat's life.
Cat's Life Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2011,2014..
All rights reserved
Trois Par Huit
AAB BB BCC
3,6,9,12,12,9,6,3
Workout
muscle bound
gaining pound after pound
triceps, biceps, lats, a cut up back.
Push ups, sit ups, crunches to create a six pack,
tuna fish, chicken, fruits and veggies for a snack.
Summer is here, I can't do without
Bronze body tan, so devout.
This work-out.
Jared Pickett
5/12/2010
Asavvy1
I lean into the fridge to get a bite to eat.
And as my nose attests to,it doesn't smell too sweet!
I'm trying to decipher what that is in that dish.
And much to my dismay,it's month-old tuna fish!
There's odd assorted bowls of only God knows what.
They've been pushed to the back and hidden there by glut.
I'm so mad at myself for letting it go this far.
I even found I'm cleaning out an empty pickle jar!
Potatoes growing fur and other nasty things.
Moldy bread,soured milk,and dried up chicken wings.
The nose knows that I should learn to fix just what I need.
Cos' leftovers land in the ozone,of this I must take heed!
for contest"Offensive Odors or Noise Pollution"
sponsored by Susan Burch
Love Sonnet
This afternoon at the local grocer I had bought a bottle of beer
and a tin of tuna fish and I meet the daughter of the woman
I had been in love with, I had never seen her before and said
halloo like she knew me and she was as lovely as her mother
was. Her mother came and I said something flattering, they both
smiled knowingly, you can`t fool a woman about love. I`m sure
her mother had told her daughter of my trips to the post office
where she worked t the time. And they have been laughing, not of
derision, but by my inability to express my love openly.
I`m telling this because when I came from hospital in December
after collapsing and had been given a pacemaker and the onset of
the shingles I was in despair both physically and mentally and
I said if I had died I would have no knowledge about this tristesse
My wife cried and I promised not to speak thus again and I would
not met the daughter of the woman I loved
Green green
Ground playground
Alone
Green leaves
Green grass
Green nature
Beautiful more
More of greens
Orchids are hanging
Tuna fish my viand
Sipping chicken soup
An organic nature
Serenity…
BIRHUT-PPC
Layag Sug
EBONY THE CAT (Etheree)
Ebony is pure black likes isolation
Likes to curl up in some quiet place
And dream wild dreams of stalk and chase
Ebony likes her tuna fish
Half a can on her dish
Each morning at 6:00
Chomp chomp lick lick
Then she’s off
Sated
Shhh!
hey man, your words smell like tuna fish
your rhymes are ludicrous
and I have a wish
you on vacation would be my bliss
your shirt is wearing spagetti
did you dine in the serengeti
oh yeah ha ha just call me ever ready
my words will make you sink and weep
I could be part of those boyz backstreet
'cause I got the beat
get off the rapping stage
and get back in your cage
your rhymes have no mustard
they are lackluster
oh yeah they are just clutter
so cheap and flat
and that's a fact
do you need me to make a map
you need to call it a wrap
and take a long swim
while I grin
and drink gin
and you and your poems in the water spin
do you want some oil of olay
best go to bed for the day
maybe pray
until you grow gray
and your poems decay
just quit
if you don't like my wit
just stay in your pit
okay I am done
and really need to run
you know this was just for fun
all those insults I spun
yeh, its just for a competition
and I was on a mission
__________________________
May 25, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Rap/Battle
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1025-878-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, 8 Mile Style,
Hip hop/free style rap
sponsor, Tim Trim (a.k.a. Nick Trim)
Ninth Place
Mike and his father went grocery shopping.
Mike, age 4, chooses a tuna meal fish can.
Since his hands were full as he was swapping.
Mike opts to put the tuna in his pocket as a man.
A while later, once Dad has paid for the goods.
While they depart the store, an alarm alludes.
Mike looks surprised and reaches for his wallet.
"The tuna fish!" "I forgot about this!" in my pocket.
The dad intends to pay for and buy the tuna fish.
But Mike, who is sincere, insists on fulfilling his wish.
Maturely, Mike declares, "I had it with me."
I'm sorry, Dad, but this is my responsibility.
Daddy bows down and gazes at his son in awe.
Startled at how fast his son is learning the law.
Mike grins at Dad and gives him a hug and kiss.
Don't you and Mom show me and my brother this?
Dad gives his son $3 for tuna fish promptly.
Mike hits the shop as a guard calls the cops calmly.
At check-out, I missed giving my dad the tuna fish.
I forgot it in my pocket while carrying a lot of my wishes.
The alarm then reminded me as we were leaving.
My apologies for taking it; I hope I'm not deceiving.
In no way did I intend for it to happen.
I'm back to pay for it; my trust isn't as misshapen.
The safety officer and cashier accept his excuse.
He was able to pay as there was no disabuse.
They tell him that real intent results in sincere action.
Boy, you stood up and appreciated the reaction.
Written: May 3rd, 2023
The clever ones are tightening nets
'Round the neck of the masses
who
swim in the mist of
overconfidence
under a flimsy umbrella called faith.
The blood net is closing fast
soon the masses will panic
thrashing into one another
like mad stars swirling
then devoured
by massive black holes
called deception.
They'll be winched onto the deck
hooked -then stripped of amendments
steaked -put on display
yellow fins buried in mass graves.
Extinction being the final stage.
Their obit will read;
lived freely until death stripped them of
APATHY.
I've traveled the world o'er and consider myself a connoisseur,
Of the sandwich specialities of many a haughty entrepreneur.
I've sunk my teeth into tuna fish and spicy barbecue,
But there ain't nothin' like a rueben and a cold, foamy brew!
Fable has it that the reuben was concocted by one Rueben Kay,
Circa nineteen fifty-five during a poker game one fine day.
He certainly did his part to put Omaha, Nebraska on the map.
I will ever appreciate the culinary skills of that fine chap!
Ah, my taste buds just tingle thinking about this luscious repast.
The unlikely ingredients of a rueben sandwich are unsurpassed!
Corned beef, swiss cheese and heaps of sauerkraut,
Tucked between slices of rye with horseradish, just a wee amount!
There are many sandwich delicacies to choose from, I do declare,
But if there's a reuben listed on the restaurant's bill of fare,
You can rest assured that is what I will always opt for;
That's a forgone conclusion even before I enter the door!
I've devoured greasy hamburgers, hotdogs and sloppy joes by the score,
Ham and cheese, chicken salad and fancy finger sandwiches galore,
Even concocted my own version of the famous Dagwood Bumstead,
But any time a rueben is proffered, I'll take one of them instead!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
OF ROY AND PINCH BANDITS
Claims Roy one day
to have been approached
by an angel of GOD
alleges the said angel
brought him news
news that he would pass to glory
complete with day and time...
Come the day... Roy
arranges meeting with cece..
.. his beloved siz..
Roy unable to confess..to cece..
the truth.. bout his departure
ROY goes to university next..
bids friends goodbye...
Roy goes to a stall
buys daughter five tuna fish cans..
a parting gift from a loving ROY...
Roy boards shuttle..
Roy sits next to lovely..
very lovely ladies....
Roy never one to let a pretty girl
escape untalked... says hello
girl snobs ROY.. Roy knows his end is near
decides to say last prayers..
asks GOD to send someone .. to deliver
the tuna to daughter..and his love regards
ROY is snatched sudden by deep sleep..
waves and waves of it.. ROY surrenders..
zones out.. awoken by a sharp mosquito bite..
..or is it butterfly.. looks everywhere..
lovely girl gives him a weird look..
shuttle conductor gives him a weirder look..
waves and waves of sleep swallow ROY..
Awoken by sharp bites.. many of them....
wakes.. now every ones.. giving sweet Roy..
very weird looks.. Swallowed by waves again..
bites starts... ROY keeps eyes closed.. twitching..
half asleep half awake.. distance laughs
more bites and more bites..twitching..
shuttle has reached.. ROY surprised he..
he still lives.. ROY tries to alight...
legs give way under him..
steadies himself then walks home..
ROY arrived home minus three cans of tuna..
with huge bumps to prove them biting...
after relating to us the story..
every ones burst... with stitches of laugh..
teasing ROY to death..OH... hes just met
the famous pinch bandits... Oh oh oh..
the pinch bandits
pretty girls they are
they way lay celebrities
who are too exhausted to
open their eyes.. pinch them
pinch them and again pinch mm..
and ROY day was finally come..home
Lewis K Nyaga
0239 eastafrican maritime