Short Fries Poems
Short Fries Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fries by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fries by length and keyword.
Cheesy fries hot
Cheesy fries cold
Some like them hot
Some like them cold
Cheesy fries in the fridge
Nine months old
got have this meal
its my appeal
what a taste
don't go to waste
my minds at eases
when I have
FRIES STEAK AND CHEESE
love the taste
it don't go to waste
i eat and sleep
its lunch
with my bunch
to save money its wises
to have
BURGER AND FRIES
its cheap
real meat
get underneat
it lunch
you juct munch
as you walk and talk
don't have to money
well honey
buy
HAMBURGER AND FRIES
so thin and hot and greasy
dipped in red ketchup
crispy, yummy, potatoes
fried and golden white
licking salted lips
suck fingers
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5/5/11
Contest:Fast Food Epulaeryu
Those hot dogs and fries
It's warm and enjoyable.
It has a salty style
And an awesome mustard ketchup
Yum! I eat them all up
7/5/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Aha! Exercise... I thought you said extra fries!
Rather have extra fries, but can cause larger thighs
So I must conform
To which I'm lukewarm
Must pay attention or cause my premature demise
Okay I hereby confess to you guys
All my life I've had a craving for fries
Could eat a whole ton
Can't stop at just one
Ladies warned me, they go straight to my thighs
© Jack Ellison 2015
Have a degree in psychology “Do you want fries with that?”
This is today's world so what's ahead, what will be hatched
Life at the bottom
Sadly till autumn
Then we sail off into the sunset but there are many gaps
A giant portion of French fries
Can make a meal auspicious,
So crisp and yum but, no surprise,
Not really too nutritious.
Of course, I have to recognize
This choice is not judicious
But it is worth ballooning thighs
For something so delicious.
A Side of Fries
Verne had never had the nerve before.
He stood before her, looked into her eyes
asking “you gonna eat all of those fries?”
Hunger’s hands holding hollow hope.
12/20/2015
submitted to - 4 lines – Poetry contest
sponsor – Silent One
Before I became a bag of potatoes
I used to be as pencil thin as any salty chip.
I had a pencil thin mustache,
pencil thin legs,
pencil thin neck,
in fact all my appendages
were said to be pencil thin.
You might suppose that my pencil is thin,
but no,
it is actually a fountain pen
and it is as fat as a potato
I carry it behind one of my cauliflower ears.
It’s time!
Spud,
You’re unearthed,
Exposed,
Don’t go all mushy,
I love your style,
Thinking about you,
Taste buds dance,
My little French fry,
Attractively dishy,
You’re quite a meal,
Deep-fried and hot,
To think dear,
Once just a potato,
Now far from your roots,
Everyone,
Wants part of you,
Quickly!
Let me reach,
I’m thinking!
Tomato sauce,
Hmm!!!!!
04/03/2017
Wendy Jae