Short Tinned Poems
Short Tinned Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tinned by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tinned by length and keyword.
The Angler
I’m an angler
In the lake of my mind
Sometimes I hook
A big, shiny Alaska salmon
But most of the time
I live on tinned sardines.
Categories:
tinned, appreciation, april, art,
Form:
Light Verse
a tapioca pudding
a rose hip relish
toated bread & dripping dips
evaporated
milk with tinned pears
home brewed beer
Cor !
A English forties menu
Categories:
tinned, food, nostalgia, places
Form:
Epulaeryu
Computer spam I really do abhor
But tinned Spam I have an appetite for
I liked it in the Army
And never did it harm me
And it helped to win the Second World War
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Categories:
tinned, food, funny,
Form:
Limerick
A little fish in a little coffin
i find my self indulging so often
burried in a sludge of oil and viniger
so much flavour packed into this small cylinder
i love the fishes in the ocean
but fishies in tinneis bring me such emotion
i love you tinned fish
and thats devotion
Categories:
tinned, desire,
Form:
Free verse
Yearend dinner
17.13-17 grams of locally produced beef
Add, 18.9 French onions, 18.11 tinned English tomatoes,
Season.
With 18:24 spaghetti
Do not eat.
Poise-on u:
Onp mark 8:10
{([ switch off
Choices, choices. Choices…. And a bit of a patch of ice patturn.
Categories:
tinned,
Form:
Chant Royal
Great store cupboard standby
I'm sure,but tinned potatos,
It doesn't matter what you do with them,
They always taste the same,
Boiled,fried,roast,
Sprinkled with cheddar cheese,
Covered with curry sauce,
They still taste like
Tinned potatos.
There must be other food
That suffers from this syndrome,
Can you name one?
Categories:
tinned, funny,
Form:
Blank verse
Tiddles didn’t like his new tinned tea
Fussy
Pussy
Angry Animal
Shows claws
From paws
Self catering cat
Catch mice
Tastes nice
Caught in the rain
Soggy
Moggy
Time for a sneaky sleep
Cat nap
On lap
Contented cat
Purry
Furry
March of the Footles Contest Sponsor Timothy Hicks
03~04~16
Categories:
tinned, cat, humorous,
Form:
Footle
The path disappears
under the foot.
Gently I lay down the book
and start reading the blank page.
Stainless thoughts.I strip to root.
A stunning revelation
about a tinned dialogue.
Blue hydrangeas
were telling something.
It was time to become insane
on the street.
The lust,
the sex
creeps into the sect. Religion was a proxy
to kill, to achieve a stop.
going nowhere.
Satish Verma
Categories:
tinned, art,
Form:
ABC
Fresh, Tinned Or Frozen
Father was a snap bean,
that’s all, Sis,
nothing more.
Fresh, tinned or frozen,
the greens of snap beans vary.
Neighbors in the yard,
clerks at the store,
folks at church,
you and me and bawling Ma,
for years we fed his strange chameleons
so we can swear, on the Bible,
Father was a snap bean,
that’s all, Sis.
Nothing more.
Fresh, tinned or frozen.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
tinned, family
Form:
Free verse