When you’re eating a cookie
Or pastry or cake
Or any sweet offering
Someone did bake
There are bound to be crumbs
On your plate left behind
(For the ones for whom finger-licks
Are too refined).
Though if crumbs fall from something
Delicious to taste,
It’s a shame to let tidbits
Like those go to waste.
Which is why I don’t get,
Since such morsels are yummy,
Why something not good
Is referred to as crummy.
Categories:
crumby, word play,
Form: Rhyme
SOUP FOR SOUPERS
Hello ! My dear Souper friends:
Me the Master Chef ! Well trained.
Also an expert cook veteran.
Following message: I am ready to send.
Vegetables fruits with meat to blend.
Sweet and sour soup salubrious .
Pulpy and most delicious.
also too nutritious.
Tasty, salutiferous.
Excellent soup oblivious.
This is my original recipe
to prepare soup juicy and sappy.
Try with dry toast crumby and crispy.
Sip with your kids and pet puppy.
I assure, you will feel happy.
Pieces of raw papaya to be taken :
Pieces of beet, chopped meat or chicken,
Guava pieces, black pepper, ginger again.
Boil and add corn flour to thicken.
Continued stirring being shaken.
If you wish, you can add green peas.
Then salt, butter, cream and cheese.
Last of all, fresh lemon to squeeze.
Relish and taste any time at ease.
Request to supper friends ! Try please.
Categories:
crumby, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
I was murdered by an escaped convict for no good reason the other day.
It was not nice, and it made me unhappy, and I wanted to get away.
But I jumped up instead, and I hit my crumby mean murderer on the head.
A little too hard, I guess, for now I am lying in a dingy jail bed.
I am tired of being murdered by these idiots. It always makes me mad.
I guess this time the murderer realized I too can be a little big and bad.
Categories:
crumby, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Burlesque
My foot is happy. I know by her wiggle.
She hops in the lazy chair, making me giggle.
Hungry is my tummy.
Gums are feeling crumby.
Both feet dancing now, causing me to jiggle.
Categories:
crumby, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Limerick
WHY GOD MADE POETS
I once asked God
why He made poets.
He said: I needed someone
with a big mouth who'd communicate
the ups and downs of life
in an honest, simple, straightforward way;
someone who'd tell the people
what they've been through
and what they're going to go through;
someone who'd explain the unexplainable.
An ordinary person forgets the ups
when they're down;
and never remembers the downs
when they're up;
but a poet holds on to
every single crumby little detail
and tells it all
because he's a brooder.
He's been there and done that
a million times before
and he isn't about to let anyone
forget it.
Janet Marie Bingham
Categories:
crumby, blessing, courage, dedication, devotion,
Form: Prose Poetry
I mailed out home-baked cookies;
The recipients got crumbs.
Though really, when you bite a cookie,
That’s what it becomes.
It wasn’t my intention,
(I knew not what I was doing
When I wrapped and packed the cookies)
But I saved them all some chewing.
Now of course, the thought’s what matters
And the taste, I think, was yummy.
Still, despite all of my efforts,
I sent gifts considered crummy.
Categories:
crumby, food,
Form: Rhyme
Black tie
Sweet crisp and old
It's not a tuxedo style Joe event
It's not the plain vanilla sweat, tears, and fears
My dear
It's the sugar and imprint of guilt on my cookie
It's the finger that marks the "see right through you clear" cup on the counter
It's the crumby, un-origional, unique makings of the being that ate the five or ten sweet
sandwhichs
mindless crunch crunching
crinkle munch munching
touch then digesting our descision to escape
and quite honestly relate
The truth lies
Somewhere in that book of fair warning and recognition
Because if you give a mouse a cookie, hes going to want milk to go with it
-Jess
Categories:
crumby, forgiveness
Form: Free verse