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Picky Poems - Poems about Picky


Premium Member Picky Nose
I used to love to pick my nose. After 3, Better than playing with my toes. With a nose you see, Each little crevasse has a surprise for me! A goober, A booger. Nothing I would find amiss. ...

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Categories: picky, 1st grade, children, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Picky Vicky
Once knew a girl named Vicky She was an eater so picky Till one fine day Humble pie she ate With homeless kids from the city...

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Categories: picky, appreciation, art, children, poetry,
Form: Limerick



Premium Member a persnickety picky boss snake
pink faerie was assigned to the bug garden there was a snake too, his name was Arden. He was persnickety, picky and bossy too. You certainly live up to your striped hue. What do you mean? Arden asked in a snotty way. He was irritated by the bugs and flies who wanted to play. You are kind of bossy, but in...

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Categories: picky, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Picky Giraffes
The two giraffes lean over and lick. Well, this is not the dinner we pick. How about chocolate cake? It is easy to make. You make it with leaves, dirt, and a stick!...

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Categories: picky, animal, food,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Not As Picky As I Thought She Was
If I was hungry I would devour that creepy thing I think. It is something tasty that crawled out of my sink You don’t even know what it is my friend says. She is persnickety and picky, my pal Inez. Look at its legs, I reply. They look tickly tasty. Not so fast! Says the crawler. Let’s not be hasty! Inez...

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Categories: picky, humorous,
Form: Couplet



Premium Member Picky Eaters
being fed rubbish remember there is no spoon ...

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Categories: picky, corruption, introspection,
Form: Senryu
Premium Member The Picky Drinker
coffee It's bitter. PepsiCola Too Sweet Diet Cola Terrible After Taste Lemonade It depends on who makes it Sweet tea Yuk. Regular tea Only when it's hot, and I am picky about the brand Alcoholic beverages Watch me throw up Okay water it is Smooth, cold, crisp clean water But out of the tap please No bottled junk for me....

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Categories: picky, drink, woman,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member I Am Not Picky
Some say I’m picky. I say I’m not. I won’t eat raw noodles out of the pot, But watch me scarf them down when they’re piping hot. Wait a second. I change my mind. Today I don’t like noodles. Some say I’m crazy. I say that’s true. I do not care if any of my clothes match, or my shoes. I don’t even care if...

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Categories: picky, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Me Picky
Picky? Heavens, I’m certainly not. I just ate pigs feet out of the pot. French fries are a bit yucky, so I don’t eat them, But I’m ready to try a little crème’ de’la Cream. Potato salad? Ugh! Not for me. Just give me some turkey breast to go with my tea. Turkey is actually the only meat I’ll try. The...

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Categories: picky, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Picky, Tricky and Sticky
Picky, Tricky and Sticky You were so picky Wrapping up gifts was tricky Use nothing sticky. Jim Horn My Gift wrapping haiku....

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Categories: picky, humorous,
Form: Haiku
Picky
Picky child I was before & still am as I’m writing this picky, petite poem – I am different now…I’ve changed for the better, though it was a challenging chore Clever and cheery teenager I am in the present and past, getting used to foods I once didn’t adore Kangaroos hop with hope happily, tigers hunt wildly & sneakily, cats meow for people food & to receive a feel-good rub (independent, little & companion-like), dogs yap for attention (dependent,...

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Categories: picky, adventure, africa, animal, appreciation,
Form: Acrostic
Picky Eaters
This poem was inspired by Dr. Mehta's poem on Childhood Obesity. Our Mom made us sit and sit Until we’d eaten every bit She said “there’s starving kids in China Africa and Asia Mina” We kids said then send it to ‘em Broccoli, spinach – we don’t do ‘em But Mom, she would have none of that So all us kids just sat...

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Categories: picky, childhood, family, health, mother,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Picky & His Momma
His Momma always thought that she'd go first. Her health it appears had been terminally cursed. Her dog was a great source of comfort for her. Picky was her baby all would concur. Picky was her constant loving companion, never leaving Momma's side when she was bed ridden. Momma always thought Picky would be there by her bedside up to that final...

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Categories: picky, day, kiss, life,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Thanksgiving's Picky Boy
He passed on turkey, passed on ham and even on Mom’s candied yams! He passed, for sure, on salad greens and carrots, peas and lima beans! He passed on Mom’s best home-baked bread and cheeses ready to be spread. The gravy and the mashed potatoes: Those he passed on - and tomatoes. Mom then served desserts; we knew he’d pass on pie and ice...

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Categories: picky, brother, boy,
Form: Couplet

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