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?
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 decided this week
To no longer wear false teeth
So she eats soft food
Like beans and stew
Much less meat in her cheeks
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 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
For free,
The Woman Who Could Eat Wood ate a pine house
for a too bitter, battered and bruised divorcee.
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 he does not like chili
Unless we have potato chips, which he uses instead of crackers.
I fish a tiny baggie of chips out of the laundry room.
I had been hiding it from his siblings.
I cannot complain because at this moment
I am tearing up sixteen jalapenos to go into my own chili.
If I put them into the big pot no one else would eat.
How we got this way is anyone’s guess.
“Do we have any cottage cheese?” My other son asks.
Apparently when he ate at Johnny’s house they put that into their chili.
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 extra salt.
I decided also to add a caramel chocolate malt
I know it does not have a hole, but the straw does right?
I planned the best hole foods all day and night.
She did not say the holes had to be round.
So I bought the perkiest pretzels that could be found.
I added a bundt cake and angel food cake too.
I was excited to meet this hole-eating food guru
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 that the river
is just as alive as I claim to be.
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 such.
My mouth is ready for sugars, vanilla, and a cinnamon touch.
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
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
tweet
7/18/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
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 and teal.
But together we are an even keel.
In no way is he ever a cad or a heel.
I love the way he makes me feel.
We do disagree on almost every meal.
I like oatmeal and he eats veal.
They told us to dream,
but there is this brand of dream
that is hard to imagine ... So, I'm picturing ...
and in this will-o'-the-wisp, I become
Desmodus Rotundus,
Vampiro en el grottos;
a travel pig for the mattock
pruning the roots of the people.
First off, I did not open up like eateries
... but I've watched senseless thoughts
eating what they should never eat,
rubbing their bellies to go home and discontinue,
but this was just the first wave.
At nightfalls, I scour the darkness
in the forbidden of Wuhan, sucking everything disagreeable.
I am saturated with wicked warranties,
nothing outrageously seducing, but brutally illogical.
I was horrified when society looked me dead in the eyes
before bringing down the meat cleavers.
They display me as Paniki to plan their murders,
they open up and invite me in, flesh into flesh ...
and flesh to flesh I swear to share
what I've buried in me as disasters.
There are souls more neighborly,
I hid what I portioned quiescent in their organs.
Only a mucous analysis notices it ... waiting ...
to strangulate the defenseless.
Life is brittle; it often falls and smashes the big noise.
a slithering snake
sneak upon unbeknownst prey
a little too late
2020 January 10
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