Eats Poems - Poems about Eats

Pup eats paper like a goat

On a pretty funny note
Pup eats paper like a goat
Digests it pretty easily too
Will he have such good luck with daddy’s shoe?

praying mantis eats her prey alive

A dead insect
Yuck!
The female praying mantis said.
Envisioning her tasty date alive when she bites off his head
He gives her a sweet smile
Unaware that to her
He is but a morsel best enjoyed
After they are wed.

Granny Eats Less Meat

Granny decided this week
To no longer wear false teeth
So she eats soft food
Like beans and stew
Much less meat in her cheeks

Uncle Lee eats Pudding for Supper

chocolate pudding for supper? Sure why not?
Shhh.....Differing opinions are not sought
I like my sweet foods, and milk products too
Keep your ideas to yourself, nephew naysayer Stew
I was just going to ask if there was enough pudding for me.
Well that is different, yes, I will share, said my Uncle Lee.

Panda Pete Eats Meat

Panda Pete was an avid carnivore
Devoured small birds, snakes, and wanted more
Followed the Amazon River to Ecuador
where he lived with a meat-eating matador
these two had a great time shopping at a grocery store
purchasing steaks, roasts, chicken, fish, meats galore.

The Woman Who Could Eat Wood Eats a House, from THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD

The Woman Who Could Eat Wood Eats a House


For free, 
The Woman Who Could Eat Wood ate a pine house
for a too bitter, battered and bruised divorcee. 

no one eats the same chili at my house

I fix the best chili I can
But my family has to doctor it up
One of my daughter adds cinnamon
Something she learned
When grandma accidentally used it
Instead of chili powder

My son has to dump a pound of cheese on the top
My husband motions for him to hand the rest of the cheese over.
The little one whines that

The Cautious Fox Eats the Sheep, The End

Stupid flowers,
Eaten by a stupid sheep.
It’s all so ignorant,
My efforts wasted away. 

Blind little lamb,
Eating flowers so absentmindedly,
Flowers like the ones I found on the hill,
Where we would watch clouds pass by.

And the clouds would show the future,
Or so you would claim.
Because around you,
My mind would rest. 

Why do you like her better then,
Better than

she only eats hole foods

daughter's college room mate said I hope this is not rude.
But I never eat anything except for hole food.
I assured her it was no problem if that is all she ate.
I made a grocery list immediately,, and it was rather great

donuts in strawberry, chocolate too
They had the best holes, through and through.

Onion rings naturally, with

What the River Eats

How many calories in
a muddy tower of winter-shed leaves? 
What taste on the tongue
of white-capped rapids as they lap
at the dirt monolith? What sound
it makes as the tower falls, finally,
into the belly of that river,
where the fish and our reflections live?

I do not know if they’re answerable
questions, but I ask away, if only
to remind myself

Polar Bear Who Eats Sweets

I am the polar bear who loves to eat sweets.
You can have hams, chickens and other meets.
I like peppermint, chocolate and gingerbread.
Especially those men baked by my cousin Ed.

I am the polar bear who loves to taste icing every day.
Frosting makes my pancakes taste a particularly wonderful way.
You can have barbequed pork, hamburgers, steaks and

Head For the Tills

Head for the Tills

It's suggested Uk raise tax on treats
Outpricing salty and sugary eats
Go head for the tills
Bag all of your thrills
Afore the prices are too high to meet.

15th July 2021

Shark Eats Their Head First

A day of fishing on the farm was coming to an end.
My husband asked me “Have you seen your feline friend?”
I had not, but was rarely concerned. He still had six lives.
My skin was itching and I needed a bath, I kind of had hives.

Seriously, you should wait to get clean, my husband warned me.
I

Bird Eats Worm-

in spite of the grass 
the worm was his own witness
As the robin bit him on his middle back
gulp-slurp 
Oh! oh!
Gulp-slurp
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7/18/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020

I Like Oatmeal He Eats Veal

I like oatmeal and he eats veal.
Neither of us consume seal or eel.
We both like to keep things real.
Laughter from us is a hearty peel.
His ideas are hard as steel.
Mine are more imaginary and surreal.
I sometimes pray after a hearty kneel.
Thanks that God sent me the real deal.
I like orange and red, he likes gray

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