Grub Poems - Poems about Grub

I want to grub like Shaggy and Scooby, To feast like kings—no morsel too unruly. A towering buffet, a calorie spree, A symphony of snacks calling to me. Imagine the plates they so bravely heap, Mountains of munchies, a flavor-rich sweep. Hot dogs stacked in a gravity-defying feat, Where every bite spells “legendary eat!” Pizzas with toppings that stretch the surreal, Taco shells cracking...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub (a poetic partial fiction blended, diced, fricaseed, marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, stewed... with fact) Hmm... on second thought lemme join anorexic club until rib cage protrudes taut and visible doubling as drum to drub synchronized within heart of darkness, especially when electrocardiogram exhibits absolute zero vital sign, cardiac arrest translates as cessation to lub...

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10 boudin sausages or 14 strips of bacon (diced and sauteed brown) 2 Pheasants ready to cook 1 teaspoon of salt 3 tablespoons of dry thyme 1 teaspoon of cayenne 1/4 cup of roasted red bell peppers 1/4 cup of either diced fennel bulb or celery 1 &1/2 cups of whole mushrooms 2/3 cups of diced onions 3 Tablespoons of crushed garlic 1/4 teaspoons of nutmeg 1/4...

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hoe poe hops, listens long needle beak plunges in fresh grub breakfast...

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I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub whereby the missus didst potchke created whirling dervish hubbub after enjoying repast, (fit for a tarnished king), yours truly able, eager, and ready to soak my ego freezing carcass in a hot tub. Hmm... on second thought lemme apprise others on the verge against starving themselves, (nor exposing their lovely bones to...

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In the fanciest restaurant in our little town Where ladies are expected in evening gown, I think the food is no better for fancy dressing All said and done, I’m simply confessing, Give me the hole-in-the-wall, plain food place Where nobody’s wearing any satin and lace, Dish up the grub like Grandma used to make And give me plenty of leftovers home...

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black crow struts in grass, selects plump white grub, departs- takeout is ready...

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Hmm... on second thought lemme join anorexic club until rib cage protrudes taut and visible doubling as drum to drub synchronized within heart of darkness, especially when electrocardiogram exhibits absolute zero vital sign, cardiac arrest translates as cessation to lub dub, hence yours truly declared dead as doornail, coroner report deems arrhythmia directly linkedin to deliberate Machiavellian flub courtesy the missus attempt to poison me actually aborted cuz nanobots loosed...

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Thus, methinks himself wise to don cooking apron please do not ask why trumpeting self as master chef boyardee so move over wife and allow husband to try his hand (using skill - let) me prepare Thai and/or other Asian cuisine dish, cuz when free to potschke (To fuss or "mess around" inefficiently and inexpertly), I haint shy to blend (indiscriminately) ingredients ofttimes yours truly barley...

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(Rhymed Senryu) Poetry's Grub ...

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I relish being hungry for popslop grub... (on second thought lemme join anorexic club until rib cage protruding taut and visible doubling as drum to drub synchronized with heart that goes lub dub). She painstakingly lovingly doth strew haphazardly she threw leftovers together, this snowy December seventeenth two thousand twenty thoroughly cooked in microwave until... poor excuse for my meal appeared with consistency of shoe leather. Think of...

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while experimenting with flavors Doctor Sinister developed a flavor the world may have been waiting for. He dehydrated cucumbers, onions,garlic, and a seedless tomato with liquid smoke. he used a food processor to to grind them, when he had a powder he mixed it with dehydrated buttermilk solids he added some cayenne pepper. he used it to season ground beef. he made a egg...

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That place, that empty space Where the darkness grows deep and drear Movement is slow, with nowhere to go But initiative is too low to get you out of ...here If you could know "here" by finding "near" A location could guide you to a ....figment of the imagination This mind, this incredible, stupid, mind, that keeps me blind From daring...

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1/4 cup of chopped shrimp 1/4 chopped crab meat 3 cups of chick peas 1/4 green onions chopped 2 teaspoons of cayenne pepper 2 teaspoons of chopped thyme 2 teaspoons of salt 1 Tablespoon of dehydrated garlic 1 egg yolk mix well and form balls, deep fry until golden brown a good sourdough about 3 cups of unrisen sour-dough 1/4 cup of chopped chives 1/4 chopped thyme 1/4...

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wind is coming in sun is just showing horses are watered fire is glowing movement is starting the camp is awake cookie is working there's breakfast to make no fancy croissants or drinks laced with toffee this is good solid food and strong cowboy coffee it gets it's job done it ain't always so nice later on in the day it gets served by the slice mud, java, joe it's got lots...

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