Chomped Poems | Examples

A Frosty Supply

In the firmament, a frosty supply.
Winter whitening, within, without, high.

Each flake in brand new cookie cutter shape.
Meek congregates, quickening the landscape.

Base, torso, head - together in dreamland.
Snowballs giggle as they’re rolled big and grand.

‘Will he grin,’ he’s wondering, and perchance
‘an old hat, a half chomped carrot, nice stance.’

Contrast of black, coal eyes against blue skies.
Snow “fat” hopeful or melting skinny-size.

Snowman doesn’t wrinkle, scarf sticks, falters crown.
Man, in red garb, grabs coal, regifts, flees town.

joe willie

once a small dog named joe willie

complained that his mouth felt silly

for every night

he chomped and he bite

a can of alumn spiced chili.

Missing Jerry

Jerry’s on his holidays
So Tom‘s left all alone
Maybe Spike would be his friend
But Tom can’t find a bone

That great big sleeping bulldog
Often dreams of roasted cat
If Tom Cat wants to be his friend…
Well, best of luck with that

So Tom tapped Spike’s left shoulder
Then he yelped an awful cry
Tom’s tail was chomped and that’s what’s meant
By ‘Let sleeping dogs lie.’

Wood if he could

Pinocchio don’t want
to be no real boy no more
Too many strings attached
He can’t do this or that
Tic Tac Toe
Everybody telling him
what to do, where to go
He can’t go with no flow
No more wild oats to sew.

He’d rather be
that puppet without strings
Drinking with his buddies
Listen to them sing
Liar liar, pants on FIRE!
So what if there’s some burnt wood?
Things they be fun in the hood
Only real boys gotta be good.

Jiminy Cricket
He miss that little fellow
Conduit of conscience caution 
Kinda entertaining, sorta?
To bad he wasn’t more mellow
He heard Jiminy fell on soft times,
tripped head first into a bowl of jello
Ironically it was lime green
He got chomped 
Curtain call! Jiminy’ final scene.

Pinocchio’s mad
You see
real boys they gotta grow up
Lessons need learning 
Fun? Hell no, something will always interrupt 
Eyes forward
Become the teachers pet
The best it ain’t happened yet
Some decisions magical boys regret
He learns the lessons
Grows up, shuts up
Becomes the thing he once was
Just another puppet
But this time
somebody else pulls the strings.

Mimi and the Christmas Tree

Mimi  McFudge was her name, and she wanted a tree 
that would really make her Christmas glow 
so, she cut one herself and decked it from head to toe
but when it started prancing with bells and whistles too 
it began to talk like a chatterbox, it knew just what to do!
When bedtime rolled around it yawned, " Please shut the lights"
Articulate and bright it hummed all day and slept all night 
Every day at noon he gave Mimi a little nudge 
feed me feed me I'm hungry, then he'd shake and jiggle 
but he never budged ...
It went on for quite some time first the fruit then the nuts 
he even dared to ask for pouding and cold cuts. 
What she didn't realize was that a squirrel was living there 
and that the food wasn't just disappearing in thin air. 
It was being chomped, buffed & eaten by a bushy tailed spry one 
who loved to eat and photoshoot, he couldn't be undone 
so when Santa came sliding down the chimney 
he quickly took a snapshot then whispered, " Santa, its me "

Florida Man 6

A Florida man and home raider,
hid from cops in a lake; met a gator.
He came to real harm
when it bit off his arm,
and he died not very much later.


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Actual headline: "Florida man killed by alligator while hiding from cops"

Matthew Riggins, 22, was fatally chomped by an 11-foot gator after allegedly breaking into a home then hiding from cops in Barefoot Bay lake. When police found him, the 22-year-old was missing part of his arm.

Handy Andy

Handy Andy, fine figured and dandy
Asked his mother for a piece of candy
She gave him some gum
But she came undone
When he chomped it like their milk cow Mandy

Chased By An African Grootslang

Chased by a South African grootslang,
Thrown in the air with a pop and a bang,
He yelled “Help! I am being EATEN! Dang!”
Grootslang chomped him in half with one fang.

I screamed bloody murder with a heartfelt clang.
Climbed a bamboo tree with a tall overhang.
The grootslang laughed, and he and I sang.
A rare interaction with a determined grootslang.

Obese

Oscar chomped chocolate
Oreos and candy
Opera cake and buns
Oxford blue and oysters
Oblivious that his
Obsession with food risks
Obesity for life


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I Am a She Wolf I Told My Mother

They underestimated me because I am a she.
I threw back my head and showed my teeth.
My wolf howl was terrifying; they feared me now.
Not understanding their mistake until I devoured them.
Masticating is my favorite thing to do after I show my soul.

I chomped them down and swallowed them in grateful gulps.
Why do you do that? My mother asked, not understanding.
She is a product of the forties and fifties; she wears a dress to vacuum.
I am she-wolf, I told her. I answer to no man or woman. I am my best self.
I howl at the moon and chant my truth. Those who cannot take it can run.

But run fast, for I love to show my dangerous side.  I am all powerful.
I am woman. I am in charge of myself in every capacity. 
I do not wear the dresses or colors of other women. 
I forge my own path with daggers and axes.  
I gave her an eerie elongated wolf howl. 
She jumped out of my way, my mother. 
Fearing the ultimate me I intended to be.

Making Meals Out of Mountains

Let’s make a meal out of this mountain I said to Clouth. 
With a giant goat gulp I had a boulder in my mouth.
Which I thought would be fun until things went south
And my teeth began to crack and break and fall out. 

Clouth thought it was a competition, so he chomped on a tree.
Spitting out teeth and splinters and yelling “whoopee!”
That is what I get when I travel down the blue sea 
With a crazy, crabby, cranky, mealy-mouth chimpanzee.

The children we were with began racing around
Tasting all the stuff they could reach on the ground.
The meal was earthworms, mushrooms, anything found.
The mountain rolled his eyes, and said “Stop kidding around!”

As meals go, this one was surprisingly fast.
Of course dandelions, and daffodils never do last
When you are a mountain goat with the largest mouth 
After we were finished, we moved our meal to the south.

Ghost Santa Stealth

Ghost Santa Stealth came upon a dead night dreary,
His intention was madness and I was quite weary 
He took bits of my mind, but not in the usual way
He chomped it out of my fleshy brain dendrite gray.

I felt him chewing, his masticating was angry and mean.
He was a destructor, a Christmas devouring, ugly machine.
He took my ideas and threw them outside in the snow.
He burned up my house, not fast, really slow.

I was trying to tell the firemen, but I could not speak.
He had eaten the part of my brain where language doth peak.
Might as well have scalped me. He chewed slow and gave me a fright.
I was terrified of this devil, that Christmas Eve Night.

Falling For Her Nemesis

So hungry, famished, eager to feed
Strapped on a bag with bunches of seed,
ate like a pig
meals so big
chomped so hard her gums began to bleed

Her nemesis came to the garden to weed
Watched her devour that bucket of seed
thought she was cute
taught her to shoot
She was skinny though, the size of a reed

He fed her up with bread that you knead
She was excited about him now indeed
He was a baker
Crescent roll maker
They got married - Mr. and Mrs. Tee-heed.

Fishy Fanatics

What would you do, if you did, 
get up close and personal with a fish. 
Would you ask him a generic q, 
like 'where's the nearest public loo?' 
Or try your best to respect, 
his blubbering, southern dialect.

Granted I would be quite phased,
and think I'd gone rather crazed. 
But once past that, I'd marvel too, 
and tour the underwater zoo. 
Find out just what fish do for fun, 
take a bask in midday sun. 
Or play a game they call flippers, 
the trout are up against the kippers.
 
Just maybe fish could be my friend? 
How though, when their day could end, 
chomped down deep inside my tummy, 
fish and chips, oh, they are so yummy. 
I couldn't ever keep such truth, 
about my peckish, junk-filled youth.

But knowing how they live and play, 
such fun and laughs within the bay. 
I think I'll leave it just for now, 
if my stomach will allow. 
Mind over matter, it can be done, 
a meat free life can be fun.

And maybe I can bring a friend,
make talking fish the newest trend. 
Help everyone around me see, 
that fishes, are like you and me.

05.26.2020
Contest: Brian's Choice V
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Unhinged

I ate myself the other day
Unhinged my jaw and chomped away
No crumb was left after I dined
No limbs, or head, or crooked spine 
Each bite I took was bittersweet 
Laced with love and shamed defeat
I didn't even say goodbye 
To all I loved and held so high
My tummy rumbled, so then I ate
What was left of me,
That you didn't take

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