Food Limerick Poems

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

SQUIRRELS' LIVES MATTER
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With tiny paws raised, scurry of squirrels took a stand,
"Dear gardener, how dare you! This is quite unplanned!
    You’ve vacuumed

© Sara Etgen-Baker  

Her craft had a sizzle and spark,
Lighting up to cook after dark.
So his brainpan swam,
“That’s one succulent clam!”
A morsel, just right for the shark.

© John Weber  

      Don’t know what was wrong with Aunt Jenina
      Though her face bore a dull

© Gershon Wolf  

Corncob lay basking in the sun 
Sunbathing and having such fun 
But it got so hot
His nib-lets were shot - 
Popping off the flies, when

© John Anderson  

I love when we sit in the hot bright sun,
add some butter or we will get well done.
Sky and water of ice blue,
better than the

© Paula Goldsmith  

     I once knew a real awkward sort of bloke
     Who didn’t know how to tell a

© Gershon Wolf  

An aardvark went looking for bugs,
but he found, to consume, only slugs:
he pondered his luck,
and soliloquised, “Yuck!
No wonder that people do drugs!”

© Michael Coy  

Tingling of tongue sent Euripides
Questing a tastier kind of cheese.
"I found cheddar magical,"
Said this poet tragical,
"Sailing the southern antipodes.”

© Jerrold Prothero  

The toxins in dried sewage paste
Have left our farm land poison laced 
This waste on crops spread
Won’t hurt if you’re dead
And doesn’t affect the food

© Duke Beaufort  

I shan’t think a landing is sound
That leaves both a ditch and a mound.
A plane should align,
Like steak with good wine,
To kiss, not to crush,

© Jerrold Prothero  

     ‘Tis NOT MY challenge to PROPERLY eat
      I have mad cravings for BEETS, not for

© Gershon Wolf  

The camel, when drinking of tea,
Takes sugar proportionately.
For each of its humps
It drops twenty lumps;
But more, if it’s sailing by sea.

© Jerrold Prothero  

The eating of pie before dinner,
It isn’t on point to get thinner.
It’s best to let go
That tin pan of woe,
And be a calorical winner.

© Jerrold Prothero  

Saint Paddy’s Day came and it went.
A gastronomical event.
	the food was spot on,
	my arteries groan
I’m sorely in need of a stent!

© Linda Alice Fowler  

The owl, though some think it is wise,
Finds mice far more tasty than pies.
In matters of taste
Its judgment erased,
Its fees are too high, I surmise.

© Jerrold Prothero