Food Limerick Poems | Examples

These Food Limerick poems are examples of Limerick poems about Food. These are the best examples of Limerick Food poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberPIE

The once was a group on Fourth of July
Who partied with all that money could buy
Games and food suited their mood
A flaming dessert seemed good
Until a roman candle torched their pie


Premium MemberDora

There once was a wombat named Dora
Found foraging in grassy flora.
Her scat, it came out square;
The bush rat said, "Not fair—
Can't you hide that very odd aura!”

Premium MemberBiscuit'S CINNAMON ROLL?

I ate a tiny biscuit
It was too sweet and cinnamonly? --
I  Guess
      So
          Cause
                    It WaS a frosted vanilla iced covered
 CINNAMIN ROLL

9/2/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©

Premium MemberSweet Charlie Cat!

My Charlie cat, many long years ago
would use a pet door to come in and go.
But at times he gave way
let a neighborhood stray
sneak in, eat his food, pretend not to know.

Premium MemberBonfires: A Quick Study Guide

'A Guide to a Bonfire Win'
Good food and good cheer with your kin.
Some beer and grilled meat,
a special sweet treat,
and wash it all down with some gin!


Premium MemberMaximum Damage

   
	         Cranked up the victrola to max damage
                  Put on a little Zeppelin, so savage
                     When the neighbors got mad 
                      I played Sir Galahad
                   Come play pickleball ~ first we’ll eat cabbage

Premium MemberA Meat and Potatoes Man

              My dad was a meat and potatoes man
              Stuff like quiche, wine and cheese he couldn’t stand

                   Mom once served him Chinese
                   Dad said, “Mom, if you please 

              Dump that lo mein in a foreign trash can”

Premium MemberSanta Man

First try at limericks 
If not correct could some genius limerick writer advice ... ta <3

AABBA 5 LINES

There once was an old man called santa 
Who loved a big glass of cold fanta
He grew fatter and fatter and fatter
Couldn’t stop eating sausage in batter
He sure had good banter

Premium MemberBeach Delights

There once was a man on a beach,  
Watching sweet cherries within reach,
Fear of being told,
For sweetness he’d hold,  
He settled for sundae with peach.

Premium MemberScene From a NYC Deli

   
              Goldberg fiddles, twirling his pastrami 
              Hears tell of this new Mayor Mamdani
                  Who would love to say farewell
                  To the State of Israel
               Chicken soup replaced by a tsunami

Premium MemberFairytales

The little gnome-like Rumpelstiltskin
spun straw into gold thinking he'd win
the queen's infant child
but then got so riled
when she spoke his name, to his chagrin!

In the story Little Red Riding Hood
(woods full of danger, a basket of food),
the hungry wolf, big and bad,
a reprehensible cad,
was outwitted by a maiden so good!
© Jim Healey  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberIt’s Raining Cats and Dogs

It is raining cats and dogs I see
Weather forecast says it’s mostly beastly
Umbrellas ain’t no good
Can’t go out for food
We’ll just stay home and watch AKC/CFA* on TV


*American Kennel Club/Cat Fanciers Association 

Premium MemberSome Fairytales - Limericks

(Goldilocks) One bear - two bears- baby makes three, Mommy making hot berry tea and brie. Soup is way too hot, No sleep on a soft cot. New home and not needing to flee.
(Little Red Riding hood) Mommy gave me good advice, maybe I should have listened twice. A wolf I did find, lost my love and mind Now pregnant paying the price.
(The Three Little Pigs) We are three of a family kind, except one got caught in the wind. One got caught by the fire, he was in a house fryer. Wanting new homes space aged designed.

Premium MemberA 'Taco' We Call 'Nico'

  
	      A little ‘taco’ we love to call ‘Nico’   
              Entered our school straight from Puerto Rico
                  Made out of old horse meat 
                  Toppings of gopher feet
              Our lunchtime sure did become a freak show

Premium MemberThe Secret Honey Recipe

I thought of a great way to make money.
"Bee, what's your recipe to make honey?"
She said, "You can't raise that sum",
and stung me right on the bum,
and she thought it was awfully funny.

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