Short Porridge Poems
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Salmon and cheese bagel
spicy beans on toast
apple cinnamon porridge
a home-made museli
with whole juice smoothie
Friu kebabs
Pleas !
watery porridge
GASP! a soggy oat
slips past the beadle
onto the floor
urchins pounce
~ splat!
Porridge with maple syrup
Smoked salmon pretzel
Bacon & eggs sunnyside up
Nice tasty white rolls
With petit swiss cheese
Coffee and
Cream!
A dinner of red herrings
and pumpkin porridge-
A pudding of small birds
and sheeps head broth
or stewed sheep's trotters
So working
Class !
weighing curds and whey
the spider spied, her courage
curdled, ran away
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another alliterative haiku for you
Goldilocks walks inside a house
It was the home of a giant mouse
There was no hot porridge
But there was a forage
Who tries to make her his spouse
You've swallowed our Summer pride
turning the sky line
thick porridge blanket
The Gas heaters switched on
You swore away the Sun
and emptied our pockets
There once was a woman named Dorothy
Dorothy liked to pee in her porridge
Said it added flavor
Thats just what I gave her
Wonder what she puts on her ice cream
My mother said:- I have to eat more porridge,
And when I grow up, I will be very strong.
Now I'm a porter, carrying heavy bags to storage.
The advice of a mother never can be wrong!
I once had a pretty puppy
When I was a toddling baby;
Loved her as mum, her silk,
Fed her porridge and milk
Till aching, she began to pee.
© 2015
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Silver Spoons
Cabin in the Woods
Feeding impoverished bears porridge
Golden Plates
Dirty hairy faces
After dinner Mama Bear washing dishes
1/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
PORRIDGE PERFECTION
SOUP SATISFACTION
NOODLES KNITTED
MISU MARVEL
SALMON SMOKED
DEADLY DESSERTS
CARAMEL CRUNCH
TRIFLE TEMPTATION
CREPE CREATION
TASTE TITILLATION
ENHANCED EATING
GASTRONOMIC GLUTTONY
First, I start with soup and bread:
A lentil porridge,
And then turkey breast and veg
With Yorkshire pudding -
Plenty of gravy -
Washed down with
Ale!
For Andrea’s Make me Drool with Epulaeryu contest
3 minute write
there comes a moment
when reality’s just right
even réchauffés
thought goldilocks in hindsight
that porridge was warm ~ but sh!te
Word Salad is Mr Happy ate porridge to drive his millennium fridge over the rainbow with moisturised success.
Entered in One Sentence Metaphor in Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor Jesse Rowe
Dated 31.07.2019
The bakers brekky, was quite the tasty meal.
Eggs, crumpets, and tea plus butter was ideal.
Porridge when it’s brisky,
Cider quaffed so frisky,
Likes his crumpet crispy; brekky glut with zeal.
(And his gut he surely feeled.)
MORNING HARMONY
Kettle cheerfully whistling its one-note among
The listening bananas with their big sunny smiles.
Sink gurgling softly, swallowing the warm water while
The porridge is singing its porridge song.
They eat porridge then vomit it up
Dancing when they find carrots
And eat the other’s puke
Till they puke again and again
The sick game they play
For they are elite
And number one
Both gross and lovely
With added sugar
Goldilocks entered
The cottage and felt hungry
Three bowls of porridge
One was too salty, one was
Too sweet and one was just right*
*very loosely based on the famous fairytale
For Andrea’s Sweet or Salty contest
a dusting of sugar
on my bowl of porridge --
morning snow
* let me know all my haiku students
what do you think of this? Is it haiku?
what did I do here that I have not taught you
how to do yet? What is the ahHA?
Why is it an ahHA?Where is the ahHA?
To sit in the confines of knowledge
At a desk the colour of porridge
An air of unescapable heat
At a desk the colour of wheat
The lure of the Mail Online
At a desk the colour of brine
Looking at Jamie Kirby's broken leg
At a desk the colour of regret
According to my knowledge,
it's bad to take porridge
near the old bridge,
and the dirty fridge.
At my age,
i have to be in marriage,
and leading the village
but not attending college.
Me and Kate
we need to make a gate
to protect the jet.
It's funny!
She put a stop to his hop
She finally stopped him from crossing her bridge
Always on his terms, as he made his way to her fridge
He cared only about filling his own plate
As he ate her food, got his fill, got sate
She at last closed her doors to his ways to her porridge
the goldilocks zone
our planet earth we made home
where nobody moans
too hot too cold ~ when in rome
my damn porridge find your own
Goldilocks Zone Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Syllable counter PS 5/7/5/7/7
16/03/2021
Sailing through airs of iridescent clouds
I collected spoonfuls of rainbow joy
To sweeten porridge included in my love's cuisine
Embellishing it with laughing almonds
Served it hot with fragrance escaping to heavens
Angels flew down to taste the delectable dish
20/02/2019