Short Eater Poems
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Some deaths proffer life
Human hungry the store house,
Grave of many lives!
22.07.2020 Chattogram
Note: Omnivorous Human
Voracious eater
Courageously devours
Large quantities of
Oysters and snails
Drowning Them
Making no big deal of
His Edacious Manner
There was young “lady" of Chester
Who not only dated a jester
But also and baker n' smith
whom she all liked to kiss
she's known as the great man-molester
from outside a nest of light
warm with steam and quilt
and slippers worn with steps;
a kitchen ship with dad crunching
when i think of this
i nearly say i miss you
My sister's so picky 'bout what she'll eat.
Her food quirks are annoying and offbeat.
At breakfast and lunch
or Saturday brunch
we all roll our eyes and admit defeat!
When I sing I sound like prehistoric creature
Fending off attackers, defending each metre
A scary old fellow
As I screech and bellow
So beware my friends I'm a ravenous eater
I have gorged myself since I was young,
occupying the uppermost rung
of the swallowing clique,
and to stay thin and sleek
I exert my key muscle — the tongue.
Who is that guy? The dinosaur maids asked each other.
He’s the ultimate dwarf eater said one. He is my brother.
They each wanted to take him home to their mother.
But he stayed single, for it was his “druther”.
***
1 Spicy Pickled Scallion
In The Beard Is Worth
2 That Fell Out Of That
Beard On The Floor.
***
Take THAT
Major FOMO, Ma'am!
3 Scallions Only
I Can Still Enjoy...
-Gray Squirrel
11-06-2025
The Soul Eater
Has a very deep voice; he
gurgles and gargles, and
he call out names and eats
them up. He belches and fumes
And has a great
sense of direction; he knows
which way is up. Yet all
he really wants
is to be
admired.
Eyes hypnotic, body exotic-
Envelop me in your embrace!
Oh, I fear your touches toxic-
They set my Heart to race!
As is my fashion, a hostage of passion,
And bathed in an amorous flood
And now I feel my feelings gnashing-
Like a shark that senses Blood!
Limerick : Once a tongue-twisting Pop Man-Eater
Once a tongue-twisting Pop Man-Eater
Went on rampage with just her Strummer
Tunes she hissed were so sweet
Crunched Frenchmen by the fleet
Watch Out ! ‘Merica ! for this Nor’-Easter !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
A young boy ate ten pies
Now on the ground he sadly lies,
His face is green, his mouth is red
From where all the sauce has spread.
His mother warned him not to eat
Beyond capacity for a treat,
His stomach rumbles once again,
Next time he'll try one less than ten.
I will have my steak gruesomely rare.
Eating mine with Heinz 57 flare.
I am from I-O-WAY
I do not play.
I can eat a cow, a horse and a mare.
I am from Nebraska don’t you know?
You Iowans can brag, and you can blow
But here’s my rule
You little fool
I’ll eat whatever does not start to go.
How does it feel?
when I kneel
we make love
and confess all our sins...
Anoited in our sins
embodiment of our sins
rare gold in color
we always want more...
We sin of lust
swirl in amber
my tongue
licking your flesh...
Midnight wrath
we kiss
we coil
in a fit of redden anger....
The fearful varmint that claws at your callous origin
Caused a ceaseless chain of nightmares
A simple faux pas contrives a generation of idiocy
The toes of a screaming infant dwindling in our wake
Loyalty had not yet bared a face of existence
Atonement was never a question but a riddle
Heed your forthcoming capers
For they just may deface you
Limerick : Once Meat-Eater met a Veg-Eater
Once Meat-Eater met a Veg-Eater
And they got along fine in summer
Who d’you think stopped rains
And dried up all the drains
Meat-Eater slaked thirst thanks to Veg-Eater
Then the snows from Kilimanjaro
Blizzard-driven chilled bones and marrow
Rare preys made themselves scarce
Even ants froze their ass
Whose bones Meat-Eater drained you needn’t know !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
"Lotus Eater"
The love affair between fire and ice caused lava to engulf all the roses in the mountain.
Yet we need ice to extinguish the fire burning romance and fire melts the freezing hearts to loath.
Pretenders, chest thievery for self gain, cheetahs never satisfied with their God given swiftness and liars that is what chased Curbid away.
A loveless perimeter got them all burning up with love sickness, the love lorn radius rigged the thermometer.....
I do not like peanut butter, potatoes, cheese or chocolate said Hugh
To other foods I suggested, he rapidly replied “ooooh”.
I could tell by face, they were not a favorite in any way.
This was an eye-opener for me, his grandma, this day.
He was supposed to stay with us a week what could I do?
No foods in my cupboards would appeal to young Hugh
What is in your refrigerator? My cousin Louise asked me.
Brownies, cake mixes, potatoes, cheeses and a large cooky.
Purple People Eater
My car.
It is great.
It takes me everywhere,
Like a roller skate.
I can not wait to go…
Again and again.
We travel from this side to that side,
The state is far and wide.
She is hard to miss.
The color royal, the top is black,
She is sexy.
Thats a fact.
25-30 MPG
10 gallons in the tank.
Do the math,
She is unstoppable.
My tracker, she is always moving forward.
Ever do I pray before we go…
but we do…
Go and go and go…
Man Eater.
I was filleting a mackerel when I found a finger in its innards
not much left of it looked like a prawn shell with fingernail,
I said nothing dipped the fillets in flour and deep fried them
served with cucumber salad, boiled potatoes and melted
butter, just the way they like it in Sweden.
The finger was spotted again amongst all the stuff to be thrown
into the bin. great commotion, I said nothing, but have not since
been eating mackerels, they apparently feed on fishermen.
(Alternative Ending for Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater)
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.
Do you think he kept his wife so well
by putting her inside a pumpkin shell?
Inside that shell she had no room
to move around. A rotten groom
was Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.
In the end, his wife could not be found
by friends or family. He’d thrown away the key,
and his wife was not allowed
to leave that stinking pumpkin shell.
Rumor is from loneliness she died.
Peter cruelly put all empathy aside.