Short Vittles Poems
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There once was a prolific chef named Stu,
Who whipped up vittles for a Navy crew.
He was aptly named,
And was also famed,
For concocting a most sumptuous stew.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Happy birthday to a tot on her one-eth
Most times its best to not know what cometh.
But it has been said by prophets, forsooth:
Surely you'll have more teeth on your twoth
Oh glory to vittles masticatable
You'll be glad to eschew the unchewable.
Form:
Just “Gimmie” a Casserole
By: Tom
12-2-2019
I could never be thought of as bon vivant guy,
I prefer plain “vittles” that will stick to a rib.
Most fancy dishes I allow to pass my plate by,
and I never eat things that require a bib.
Feed me, Love Me
My life’s in constant turmoil,
Everything tastes like fish.
Friskies, Tender Vittles and Purina
It all goes in my dish.
All I want is to be pet,
And to play with a mouse or two.
I wait for you to come back home,
What else is there to do?
But I am a patient little kitty,
Just look into my big bright eyes.
My love I’ll freely give to you,
Life’s perfect, golden prize.
We're the class of sweet '16! We're not tender vittles... we're Skittles! We're shooting Starbursts, reaching for the Milky Way. We aren't always Nerds-- we can be Airheads, too! :) We're on top of the world, even if we get the occasional Snickers! We may have to Crunch down on time once in a while, but you don't have to be the Three Musketeers to have Mounds of fun and Almond Joy! We do get the Snickers sometimes, huh?
*snicker
DENTED CAN
kicking it down
an old dusty road
mind chasing dogs
a type of relay race
legs release, next guy
kicks the bone
no wonder of what
sup was spooned
nor if a homeless man
kicked the can
did the dent do him in
were the vittles spoilt
man’s worst abuse
human, beast or
aluminum can
a drunk picks it up
toothless, smiles
crushing it
against his skull
the derelicts say
“aw, you ruined it”
1/3/2018
Peristalic pangs percolate
rumbling grumbling groans of,
"Feed me! Feed me!"
Chocolate chomping
does not curtail the hollow hollering,
"Real food! Real food!"
A clock controls the
dashing diner of
lunch munch, breakfast break,
or dinner for a spinner
out of this humongous hunger.
A platinum plate if you please
piled provocatively
with a sprawling spread
of vital vittles ASAP.
Ring the bell
grant grace sublime
its time to eat
enough of this rhyme!!
A mild spell in winter.
Groundhogs have escaped from their slow dreams.
The hedgerow confirms,
their wide-hipped shuffling as they grub for vittles.
Evening brings one whistle pig to February lawns.
Yet the snow will return, the whimper in the breeze,
will resurrect itself as a howl.
Hey, back to sleep mother groundhog!
Keep the den warm,
small blind eyes are already sensing,
a home in your womb.
Go back and dream of juicy garden carrots -
munchable mouthfuls of daffodils.