Short Munching Poems
Short Munching Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Munching by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Munching by length and keyword.
Cricket, symbol of good luck
Chirping at night like duck
Mantis, jaunting and pray
Lobbying and munching a honey prey
Stock-still statues
Bucolic totem-poles
Munching fly-swatters
Lazily grazing ...
Invisible to driverless cars
Crunching, Munching
nom nom nom
All our money
gone gone gone
We wasted it
We spent it all
Now we do not want
To take the fall
Form:
silly silent sheep
merrily munching in march
glittery green grass
slow slugging shepherd
crouches carefully nearby
wistfully wishing
a horse waltzed over to say
without its usual neigh
he'd kick a farmers pants
for trying to dance
to the sound of munching hay.
The king, with a taste quite frail,
Met his end munching on a snail.
It may sound absurd,
But that's what I heard,
A slow demise for a royal tale.
As I fly around on a mystical journey
Munching on Kit Kat's and Curly Wurly's
I start to hear an 8-bit rendition
Of Joy's Division's tune Transmission
Form:
Tom's facemask sports a charming smile
For Cheerios - that's British style
But Putin's staff
Can't help but laugh
Tom's munching Marmite all the while!
Some people
Shred and devour
Marking time
By the hour
Crunching, munching
On my soul
Til bit by bit
There is a hole
Where once I lay
Pure and whole
Snails are slow always making tracks
sliding along with their shells on their backs.
Munching on plants as they crawl along
singing a happy song all day long.
Munching on spiders and nibbling on rats
Riding spiked brooms high in the air
Back in motion in the witches lair
to bring my cauldron to a boil and feed my black cat
its like a new dance
to have this romance
you smile
sit talk for awhile
hold hands make plans
the feeling like food
munching
it love raining from above
TOUCHING
There was a young thin cow of Holland
She would love to laze around on hot sand
Eating grass was well past
She wanted to have a blast
By munching organic fruits freshly canned
Tulips shooting up
Pink bells atop slender stems
Deer munching the buds!
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Well how do you do, my name is Jack
Brain's still working but it's developed a crack
It's a World War II injury
While watching it on TV
Munching on chips put my back outta whack
Once knew a gal from Geneva
Downed the biggest glass of tequila
Stripped down to her undies
While munching on munchies
Next day she claimed she had amnesia
© Jack Ellison 2015
Orange Lovers
The artist Michaelangelo
loved to eat a tangelo
and Da Vinci could be seen
munching on a tangerine
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kneeling in a field
obscured behind grassy weeds
soft munching concealed
ruminating his days deeds
chewing the cud could reveal
by
David Kavanagh
Big busty Bertha was at the business luncheon,
with everyone talking business and munching,
suddenly she let out a big sneeze,
everyone thought it was a striptease,
when in fact it was just a wardrobe malfunction.
I see her munching on
Little chunks of apples and cheese,
Laying comfortably
In her cosy, wooly blankies.
I see her chubby cheeks
Move as she's chewing,
Lazily cuddling the cutest
Of all stuffed doll sheepling.
Well how do you do, my name is Jack
Brain's still working but it's got a big crack
It's a World War II injury
Watching the war on TV
Munching on chips put my back outta whack
© Jack Ellison 2015
Fat babies are so cute
Gobbling up applesauce with
Soggy milked cheeks
Giggling with silly faces we make
Munching on every animal
In the jungle of crackers
Only to stick
Chubbied fingers out far
To intake more
H ippies are dirty and have long hair
I nto the Dead and fresh air
P ot growing and smokin' pot
P laying with frisbee's on mountaintops
I nto guitars and writing poems
E ating and munching at everyone's homes!
munching with my mate
buxom burgundy berries
autumn pigeon date
( I have a red guava tree which the wood pigeons love, eating 30 berries in one go - just swallow after swallow. Usually leave all fruit for them.)
He'd be the only one wide awake under his roof,
writing poems and posting them all on poetry soup,
munching loudly on a midnight snack,
wife about to give powerful smack,
leaving behind his crumbs and not giving an owls hoot.