Short Overeat Poems
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Did ya know sea otters hold hands when they sleep
So they won't drift apart, their wedding vows to keep
Now that's a stretch
Didn't know that I bet
This leaves me stunned and makes me overeat
Dear Santa, I want a guinea pig,
One that can handle his sup.
I'd like one that can overeat,
And doesn't sleep belly up.
And, Dear Santa, our toilet won't flush,
It's really quite a wonder,
So could you bring for my mom,
A brand new toilet plunger?
Written 12/3/17
Contest: Dear Santa, I want...
Hosted by Kevin Shaw
~~Recovering Hope~~
Existing in fear is nothing to cheer
Your death cannot be hidden from
A sunny day could be your last
It comes to one and all
Some drink till dead
Some overeat
Stop the fear
Let go
Live
April, 2020
11am PST
It's always a battle,
Everyday is,
Always a battle,
Between life and death,
I forgot something,
I didn't check before leaving,
I didn't look before going,
Everyday's like this,
I didn't eat,I overeat,
I overslept, I under slept,
I haven't moved, yet I'm so tired,
Always like this, everyday is,
Incase you're asking,
What depression looks like,
It is like this,
Everyday is,
Can't get to sleep
Wake up too late
Afternoon snooze
Mealtimes confused
Yet when I get up early
All day I'm surly
Overeat, stuff my face
I'm in a bad place...
What? You're jealous of me
'Cos I sleep 'til 9:33
And at breakfast I tarry
Over waffles with blueberries
Well then! Life's not so bad after all
~ Didn't realize I was having a ball
Pat loved pickled onions,
She ate them every day,
She had an addiction,
That kept her friends at bay.
Pat ate them in the mornings,
And every single night.
She did not smoke cigarettes,
As she might set herself alight.
Pat did not swallow pills,
Or narcotics of any kind
She was seldom ill
And she possessed a sound mind.
Pat did not overeat,
Or drink wine or beer at all,
Pickled onions were her passion,
Which led to Pat's downfall!
Cardinal had his eye on the crow
But she said, “not cardinal, not ever, whoa!”
Crow had her eye on Wren who was sweet.
Wren never pigged out, did not overeat.
Cardinal was kind of a hog you see.
Flying down first from every tree.
The second birdseed was put out.
Before other birds could give a shout.
At their wedding Cardinal did not attend.
Pouting about it to the absolute end.
They did not miss him, guests had a blast.
And their nuptials were solid, they did last.