Food Couplet Poems | Examples
These Food Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Food. These are the best examples of Couplet Food poems written by international poets.
Cottage Cheese and Apple Sauce
So, in the conversation, we talked about different tastes—
How cottage cheese and apple sauce deserved their rightful place.
So, in this moment of trusting things you say,
I applied a heaping helping upon my dinner tray.
Not one aside from each other, but both inside the bowl,
Mixed them up together—and before your eyes will roll...
The concoction is a masterpiece, in sweetness and in cheese,
And I found myself devouring it and asking for "more, please!"
It will become a staple on my dinner plate, for it is a healthy snack;
The creamy apple goodness is surely a life hack.
A candlelit restaurant, where dine the elite
Securing a reservation, a near-impossible feat
My dream date and I, dressed to the nines
The views majestic, overlooking the Rhine
The décor exquisite, in the finest of taste
The service superb, orders prepared post-haste
But the cuisine so awful, my date gave me a glance
Darling, I confessed ~ I ordered the ambience
Soggy Doritos
I like soggy Doritos, I will not lie,
For in a taco salad, they're the apple of my eye.
I like them fresh out of the bag, as perfect as it seems,
But in a taco salad, the soggy chip is queen.
I slather on the sour cream and hot sauce just to boot,
Sending both my waistline and my blood count through the roof!
I've been known to devour a whole bag in a day,
Till my checking account is empty and I'm walking with a sway.
I love the tangy chip, I surely do,
Either from the bag or in a bowl. With a Mountain Dew.
But by far, the very best of the chip,
Is in a taco salad so soggy you can't dip.
I was keen on Ovaltine
till Bosco came on the scene.
Ever sit forever on the can
as your backdoor ran, spoiling your plans
Or fall asleep at the keys
type a zillion zzzzzzzzzzzzzs
Eat a sloppy joe with your fingers
Leaving plenty for the ants who linger
Forget your cap when it rained
Ruining that new hairstyle once again…
Join the club of the ‘less-than-perfect’
of us who admit it, there is surely no surfeit
Some seven years after the war, food was still scarce and costly,
Yet, I would never change anything that life hadn't brought me.
We hardly noticed the ruins around, houses and churches,
It became a sort of adventure; hidden ghosts were just searches.
We never had a proper football, but one made of old cloth.
We played, cheered if we scored and had fun in that smooth piece of swath
Ma was mad as we played in the rain when we put paper boats.
I ran in the rill by the side of the gutter, watching the floats.
Hot summer was great, swimming and diving sea urchins to find,
Then, it is eaten with bread, oil, tomatoes, and fruit of every kind.
28 September 2018
Note: I wrote this pem ages ago but never posted. Unfortunately we are in the brink of a new war.
An elder berry said to one who was blue
“My lad, is there something you rue’
The youngster replied, “I haven’t a clue”
“Let us partake of this here rabbit stew
‘Capital idea,’ thus Sir Elderberry,
‘I hear tell it’s an excellent brew.’
“That’s the whole problem,” replied ‘Mr. Blue’
“I’m only 12, too young to drink, Elderberry ~ unlike you
Passover ends in two more days
to my shouts of Hip, Hip, Hooray
One more day of matzo might not kill me
but if this be freedom, give me bread ~ and slavery
Visions of fudge, cookies and cake
sugar-plums moist and plump when baked
Sides of honey-dipped vanilla graham snackers
What do I get? ~ A week of dry matzo crackers
An unexceptional person in every way
was Jeffrey Jonathan Jay
His smile as bright as a mostly cloudy day
he liked to be called “JJ”
School wasn’t for him, he didn’t stay
got a job in a fast-food place, ‘Taco-Ole’
Drifted from town to town, slept on piles of hay
by thirty, his hair was turning gray
Met the love of his life, a girl named Mae
their affair lasted one whole day
After making love at night, she silently wandered away
poisoned the gin in his flask, what more can I say
In wispy circles the smoke ascended
from a campfire that just ended
Embers yet glowing from below
from tales of ghosts and marshmallows
Imagine a party without food
an Amish girl who’s lewd
A zoo without lions
a wedding without crying
Imagine a garden with no blooms
fresh paint without fumes
A telephone that doesn’t ring
a robin that won’t sing
Now imagine a world without color
gray skies growing ever-duller
A black-out on a world-wide scale
No plane can fly, nor ship sail…
And when the Queen insists
“It’s time for tea”
No one comes
~ ‘cos no one sees
Indians eat with their fingers
That’s why the smell of curry lingers
A gentleman who still eats pie
ought to be wearing bib and bow-tie
Looking at a Hostess Twinkie
my thoughts turn rather kinky
They say you are what you eat, Jake
I see you been eatin’ fruitcake
Mom’s cure for eating too much chocolate
Keep the pantry door shut
Side effect of using too much oil
Paper plates get soiled
Garbage in, Garbage out, Mr. Crustacean
Hope you don’t have constipation…
~ The Snake that Swallows Giraffes ~
When writing about irrelevance
titles should contain elephants
~ Elephants – ELEPHANTS – that Could Not Squash Mice ~
To small rodents, pachyderms are exceptionally nice
which earns them a spot in the title twice
Older sister advised, Girls like a man with money
Younger one giggled, Just be funny
I tried to be funny, but made no money
Instead I ate a lot and grew my tummy