Gravy Poems - Poems about Gravy

Morpheus sent the vision toOneiroi

Bizarre and illogical
the successions of images
unthinking in the mind
the mixture of visual
experiences influenced by
the happening's of the
wakened world
ideas, emotions and sensations

Frustrations from the debate of
two people who believed that building
a bridge over the Cook Strait was
a good idea.
His restless mind found him trouble
he dreamed of him being on
a horse
along side a woman on
her horse
with ice-cream

The Queen Has a Navy that Floats in Her Gravy

The Queen has a navy
That floats in her gravy,
It’s sharp and its clear,
But it’s sure tough to steer,
For the rudders get stuck
In that thick, grayish muck,
And the lads in the stern
Have a penchant to yearn
For the bright shining waters 
All popping with otters,
Yet they smile as they sail past
Her Majesty’s repast,
And wink as they think
That

chuck loves light gravy

I love light gravy on biscuits, mashed potatoes, turkey or in a spoon
Bring me some if you please, I will love you more than the moon
If you bring me dark gravy my appetite runs away and yells yuck.
Light gravy or nothing, says my persnickety brother, two-year-old Chuck.

Radio Days

Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
way before the modern malaise,
those family favourite, radio days,
Swinging Blue Jeans, Johnny Ray,
Martha Reeves and Marvin Gaye,
those sentimental songs they played.

Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
without plastic meals from trays,
those salad days of mayonnaise,
with fablon coated, hollandaise,
and chicken roasted, lyonnaise,
experimental honey glaze.

Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
mum singing songs of praise,
inside that gravy,

more sausage gravy for Stephanie

Stephanie did not know about sausage gravy
Until she decided to join the US Navy.
What is this delicious stuff? She asked her first mate.
Biscuits and gravy; ain’t it enormously great?

She wanted gravy on her eggs, gravy on her toast.
She loved sausage gravy so much, actually the most.
I want gravy in my coffee and gravy in my

Leonard the big leg turkey

We children gathered around the table.
The aromas were rich and dense, we fidgeted.

But we had one last thing to do - before we began the feast.
We all, in our places, held hands, smiling, as my dad began to sing
- and, after a beat, we all joined in.

** To the tune: “Rudolph the red nose reindeer*

“Leonard

My Love For Biscuits and Gravy

Three times this week I have had biscuits and gravy.
They are fifteen hundred and two calories per plate.
I know because I do not make them.
I eat them in restaurants and they list these calories.
All three times this meal was super scrumptious.
I was not expecting them to be as good today.
For the menu listed them as

A Poem About Delicious Gravy

Blessed be the person
who turns the sour to sweet.
Blessed be the person
Who sees the child in the lead.
Blessed be the wind 
That carries truth about the air.
Blessed be the soul 
That cares, and cares, and cares.
Blessed be the heart that knows no bounds.
Blessed be the ears that hear no greed-filled sounds.
Blessed be the love that

Gravy Slave

Gravy Slave
Her eyes now dim, lustre lost with worry and age.
What will today or tomorrow bring?
More assaults to this already tired and worn body.
She used to say, ‘Old age does not come alone.
No, it comes with disease rampaging through cells, taking with it function and purpose. In its place are left pain anguish and decay.
One

Biscuits and Gravy

I am on a mission,
I am on a quest
To discover who’s Biscuits and Gravy
Taste the very best

I’ve dined on them in fine restaurants
Ate em sitt’n round a fire
OH! To taste the very best
Is my prime desire!

I’ve traveled to the east
Journeyed o’er the west
I have yet to discover who’s Biscuits and Gravy
Taste the very best

On a

Chocolate Gravy

The ride is as long and boring as could be. 
So I sit and watch leaves fall from the trees. Then I heard her say hello. 
And out of the car, I was sure to go.

The smell of bacon pleases me. 
As I sit under the big tree. 
There are eggs, biscuits, sausage, and bacon.

Open Baked Potato Biscuits and Gravy

Crisp oven bacon
   baked next to homemade biscuit 
drenched in syrup

morning breakfast dish 
   potato 
covered in gravy


Lune Poetry poem
3/5/7 Word Count
5/3/5 Syllable Count

1/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

The Three Course Turkey Deal

A former Oiler once said 
Staying out of debt 
Give up being a bum 
Fill up my son 
Call yourself a titan 
And go do some fighting 
Years then passed 
While pumping gas 
This entrepreneur realized 
There has been one too many lies 
Staring down the Giant model making Ford 
Letting out a Lion’s roar

Rainbow Gravy On Mashed Potatoes

Rainbow gravy on mashed potatoes
Invented by angel only knows.
It’s on my plate, and it truly glows.
Formed into trees, and two distinct toes.

Cousin loved it, she ate her’s and Joe’s.
I pass my plate over, and eat my jellos.
Rainbow gravy on mashed potatoes.
Where is the cook? Which one of you knows?

How did he make this gravy that

Gravy and Biscuits

Mix the ingredients?  I have no idea. 
The jumble of powders defying my action  
Smiling with ease my sister Sophia
She gently disturbs the matter distinctly

Some born with the instinct to hunt
Others knowing how to make a bake delightful
Thus, we carry on together blending our strengths
Gravy and biscuits, a blessing 'til all are full

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