Menus Poems - Poems about Menus

...The Cute Old Couple In Their Booth Like clockwork, every Sunday They arrive at the doors Of their favorite eatery, As countless times before The familiar waitress smiles, Bids them in; Th......

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...Charlie Martin was always fart’n Thanks to his mama, Mrs. Martin Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch Never salt, sugar, or anything with crunch Baked beans, lima beans, chili beans too Someti......

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...My wife was on a diet. I told her that if she didn't lose 30 pounds this year: that we were through. She bought thrity pounds ofdehyrated chicken and tuna, and said Thrity pounds of weight I'll throw......

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... The British have been sailing the world’s seas, creating colonies and enriching themselves, and it’s been going on for centuries. Yet to their shame their cuisine has remained stolidly E......

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...Beneath the banner "FREE TO CHOOSE," algorithms hum what thoughts to lose— a labyrinth of tailored streets where every turn pretends it’s mete. The app says "yes" but limits "no"......

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...'Marty King, this ain't my thing You must be suffering as if your life is buffering' I reply 'If I was roughin', then I'll take Me a Bufferin' Eat me some stuffin' and a banana nut muffin Make m......

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...Imagine if, when giving thanks, We grilled some burgers, ribs and franks And ate our turkey in July With yams and fresh-baked pumpkin pie. Our guests would rear up and revolt And out the door ......

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... A poets taste buds are a lonesome place When threatened by alien interface One must strap in for emergency brace To sample the menus thrown at our face Hey! hi! recipes can never outshine Tr......

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...I prefer my soup hot and fresh. But sometimes I like to change it up With something cold, like Gazpacho. It's still best fresh but still good when cured. But when it spoils, it's just nasty and d......

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...Team leader Renee peered out of her faux gold window around a pulsing Friday noon. “Almost like we’re puppets of each other down there. Maybe everywhere?” Albert, her partner and co-worker were......

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...“menus” when the phone option becomes English or Spanish i’ll never admit that i’m Irish......

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...I believe we are all artists…artists…in our own way. adding new colors to the self portrait we are painting every day. Which means there will always be a little wet paint on this portrait we’re m......

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...I I am I am in I am in poetry I am in poetry soup I am in poetry soup to I am in poetry soup to stay I am used to sourly, salty, dryly, whyly  and sweety foods Because the mix up f......

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...I’m not a fan of seafood but don’t mind a tuna salad or fried fish with fries. In England, that’s called fish ‘n’ chips. I find the same name used on menus here. My eyes spy that title easily. I ......

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...Perhaps for dinner you might try A steak and veggie plate Or some chicken wrapped in nori, Such a treat to masticate! At some eateries, the menus Are creative as food gets, Which is really a ......

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