Short Watercress Poems
Short Watercress Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Watercress by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Watercress by length and keyword.
Watercress soup with garlic
Jersey royals
Samphire with caper butter
lemon mayonnaise
Anchovy fillets
Bitter beer
Cool!
Beetroot & watercress with
marinated splelt
Broad beans & pea shoot salad
a green curry dip
lmon verbena
lavender
Tea !
If moderation is a virtue
and excess be a fault
Please pass the watercress
~ Kindly hold the salt.
There was a beef lover under duress
for mocking leeks and watercress
But meat he’s rejected
so he’s now been elected
to give the State Of The Onion Address
Written 3/19/22
Bess’s expressions were grotesque
Most usually weirdly cheerless
She is under unusual duress
Her family is an utter mess
Bess is playing poker more or less
Her deadpan expression not needless
A stickler for rules more or less
My watercress-loving friend named Bess
Wild hair, wild personality, wild dress
We are served tea with persimmon watercress
She flaunts her uniqueness in our face
Not in a bad way, but rather with stunning grace
We adore her, she is the best neighbor by far
I feel she arrived her from a well -lit star.
She has brought beauty to the neighborhood for sure.
Wild enough, but her heart is kind and pure.
I watch talented chefs on tv
And how they make it look so easy
Massive walk-in refrigerators
Recipes for bold innovators
Freshest produce exotic and rare
Excessive abundance they do prepare
Combining components with finesse
Topping lush dishes with watercress
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 15, 2019 for contest CORNUCOPIA COOKING sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 4TH
Eggplant stuffed mama sporting a big dress
With two twin rams – lettuce and watercress
Marched into the fray and demanded to be heard.
Some of the thinner women yelled “my word!”
I pretended that eggplant mama was as thin as me
Which is not so thin now that I am two hundred and three
But there is a difference for she is an eggplant, and I am a hog.
The rams were immediately chased downhill by an old farm dog.
Charise, the sewer, made a marvelous potato bag
What will she use it for the sink asked a dish rag.
I think she’ll put potatoes in it, but this is only a guess.
Maybe she’ll put spoons in it, suggested the watercress.
They held their breath, wondering who would win the bet.
That afternoon, the bag was filled up to her neck and was set.
Potatoes! yelled the dish rag; I was right, I have won!
An argument ensued, which ruined all the fun.