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.


Premium MemberCottage Cheese and Apple Sauce

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.


Premium MemberDecor Exquisite, Service Superb

     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

Premium MemberSoggy Doritos

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.

Premium MemberChildish Commentary

I was keen on Ovaltine
till Bosco came on the scene.

Premium MemberThe 'Less-than-Perfect' Club


              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


Premium MemberMemories After World War II

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.

Premium MemberToo Young to Have Fun

  	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

Premium Member Matzo Might Not Kill Me, But --

  
                 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

Premium MemberVision Circumcision

  
      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

Premium MemberWhy Poets Should Write Uplifting Poetry - Exhibit A

 	      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

Premium MemberThe Campfire

  
     In wispy circles the smoke ascended
        from a campfire that just ended

     Embers yet glowing from below
        from tales of ghosts and marshmallows

Premium MemberImagine a Wedding without


       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

Premium MemberA Minor Treatise on Food

  
     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…

Premium MemberThe Snake that Swallows Giraffes

  
  ~ 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

Premium MemberHow My Sisters' Advice Led to a Job as Santa Claus

     
    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

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