Gingerbread House Poems | Examples
These Gingerbread House poems are examples of House poems about Gingerbread. These are the best examples of House Gingerbread poems written by international poets.
the Christmas party was in full swing in the tree house
The Gingerbread Tree house built by James. B.C.T. Crouse
We arrived in time to see a gingerbread boy run away
“You can’t catch me!” he screamed. “my name is O’Shay!”
Before we got inside another gingerbread boy ran out.
“Catch me if you can!” he yelled with a rather loud shout.
Another gingerbread person knocked us down before we got inside.
He was riding a skateboard, we had to jump from his glide.
I stopped and stared at the prettiest gingerbread house
It was being decorated right then by a tiny gray mouse.
He gave me a wink and a nod and the friendliest “hi”.
You are doing a great job, I said to this sweet little guy.
I love decorating houses, he told me. I have a business card.
I gave him mine too, it said “Chelsea, song writing bard.”
He ran off rapidly after we did a little more chit chat
I turned and saw why; I had been followed by my nosey cat.
Let’s meet at the coffee house she said.
I do not drink that vile stuff, I replied to Aunt Ed.
They have other drinks too, juices and such.
I did not think I would like being there very much.
I was totally wrong; the coffee smells were amazing.
The scones and the muffins had gingerbread glazing.
It was a sweet place to be, lemon wafted in the air.
Shall we meet here next week? Asked my man Fred Astaire.
I was shocked to see him, I thought he was long gone.
But here he was not, serving me tea, while wearing a thong.
Oh, yes, I agreed. I love this coffee house now.
If I had not shown up, I would have not known it was a wow.
Gingerbread houses have been pretty of course
But this one is amazing, the best I have seen.
The red and white peppermint are lovely as Norse
The striped candy canes are incredibly clean.
I want to bite in, or at least tear off a chunk.
But I dare not do it, for it is perfect as is.
Uh-oh. Did something fall off the back with a thunk?
I may have to take a taste to see if is as tasty as fizz.
My home sweet home be, by a salt water taffy sea
Where I dream dreamy dreams of whipped creams,
From a pillow of marshmallow on a bed of Jell-O
Under a bedspread of gingerbread, iced in red,
My doors and floors made of graham cracker s'mores
And gumdrops, lollipops and candy-coated rooftops.
(December, 6th, 2022)
gingerbread cottage was waiting for the right family
their kids were too loud
there was no discipline
this was not happening
she showed them her meanness
this family ran out screaming
why are you so picky? realtor asked after they had left
next couple was too old, stodgy, set in their ways
she was irritated that they were still alive, let alone looking at houses
gave the wife chills up the back of her neck
I am never going to sell you! lamented the realtor
gingerbread finally found a couple she liked
she thought she could tolerate them
they were giggling and fun
unfortunately, they set a fire in her closet
Sixteen antique serpentine arced gingerbread corners
delighting the antique seeker who had dreamed of them for years
before they were eventually yet heartily found.
Her heart leaps with happiness as she purchases
the inspiration to finally build her Victorian dream porch.
She watches the clerk wrap these sigmoid-shaped beauties,
knowing they will be the inspiration for the rest of her house.