Short Whey Poems
Short Whey Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Whey by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Whey by length and keyword.
Our cat in the hat will be ok, For our pretty chillin's we must pray, We want it round the udder whey, We want back our baby dolls...ok
weighing curds and whey
the spider spied, her courage
curdled, ran away
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another alliterative haiku for you
night time’s starlight moon
curdles the whey of longing
clouds mask heart’s desire
trembling arms reach out to you
train whistles haunt the captives
Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey..
Along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And said, "is that stuff pro-biotic?
Form:
it was all kind
whey walk mask blind
you see not face
don't know what race
it was city bright lights
some run
was a night of fun
IT
WAS HALLOWEEN
AND THE NIGHT
LIBERATED FEMALE
Little Miss Muffet got up off her tuffet
And threw her curds a-whey
That spider trying to sit beside her
Found that Miss Muffet had gone away.
There simply isn’t any whey,
conception that a curd to me,
when weak and puny, low on wattage,
(seems often, now I’m in my dotage)
could satisfy quite like some cottage cheese!
Tis' a rainy day outside indeed, Time enough for some whey and mead. The wind bashes and the rain bashes. Coldness and sick fill the air with the smell of a bear. Tis rainy outside for sure.
Grown Miss Muffet put “tuffet” on display
family quickly denounced her as a stray
Muffet found bike rider
who called himself Spider
and, after curds, he and she sped a-whey
May 12, 2023
but could have slippes
Ano There weigh
thats the wrong whey
any weigh
if you do impressions of imps
would that be impsimpressionistic
you now no
know now
ergolistically ixmed
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gravity_________me
wards wards
Bacteria flirting with enzymes,
co mingling every which way,
with friendly organisms that give birth
every time to curds and whey.
That's the miracle of life as seen through my eyes,
as I look down upon the cheese upon my fries.
Heres a rilly lame limrick for ya-
Write hear I'll change the beet!
also I ain't bin usin end rime
An this old line is whey to long for a forth line.
Kin ya gess how many words was spellt rong?
hummm, is that fiv or sex lines I needs?
Oh but it was such a glorious day
When the gods first took the curds from the whey!
Sprinkled some salt and a tincture of time
Aging the mix with a splash of enzyme
Giving to mortals what English call cheese
Pair it with wine and my palate agrees!
11.10.18
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to eat the curds and whey,
then the isty bisty spider
came and sat down beside her
and Jill ran away.
Then Jack got nimble
and Jack got quick
and called all the kings horses and men,
then he sat in the corner
and blew his horn,
and saw the cow jump out of the corn.
Little Miss Muffet
(Modern Version)
Little Miss Muffit sat on her tushy
Eating her curds and whey.
A great big spider sat down beside her
And was killed by a pesticide spray.
Barry Stebbings
18/6/2916
(Not really in favour of killing spiders)
(A Children's Poem)
I see you
little star
sidling up to the moon
to steal a kiss
from off his brow.
I see you
little star
twinkling in the sky
winking at me
as you pass by.
I see you
little star
gliding past milky whey
on your way
down to where we are.
thought that you would always be there
i thought that you would always care
whey did you leave
you put me in so much grief
you know i loved you
did you love me to
what happened to us
was there someone else
my heart has been torn out
i guess our love just wore out
you have forgotten about me
i guess i have to let you be
Form:
'Yond the fields
of golden whey
A mountains- grown
in grayish clay
Near it's 'neath
a river flows
On bedded rocks
green algae grows
Catfish' treats-
a tasty bite
They eat, they jump
into the night
When morning's sun
begins to rise
They jump again
to catch 'em flies
Little Miss Muffett
Sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider
And sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffett away.
Now for the adult part.
My dad's favorite
Little Miss Muffett
Sat on her tuffett
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider
And sat down beside her
And said........
"MOVE OVER BABE!"
A picture paints a thousand words
A mighty sword
A shield to match
Upon this day
Reward ; a velvet bag of golden whey
On next she vallently rode
With bow and arrow
And might she strode
With nerve of steel and poise she stood
Her armour shone for all to see
She shot her arrow on bended knee
Direct and quick it flew with speed
With heart and soul upon the deed .
Dear whey,
You have changed my life from the day we met
Our first date was great because I got you wet
First I poured water on you, didn’t like the taste
Ever since, I used milk to switch up the pace
At which I devoured your nutritious goodness
We coalesce perfection, never a misunderstoodness
You are the cheese co-product of my dream
Protein, protein, wherefore art thou protein?
Sincerely, your drinker…
Whey faced and ashen
Trouser leg rolled up
Jagged shinbone jutting
With a ragged grin.
Words tumbling
From a mouth
Shocked and numb
Sitting stiffbacked
In the dentist's window
Facing the street
Two women busy
Mothering the casualty
Until the ambulance.
Outside unrelenting
Lay the pavement
On a freezing Friday
Ice glinting coldly
And unconcerned.
Inside an old soldier
Never before
Brought low in battle.
Three plump old biddy birds full of birdseed and whey
Sat on a limb spreading gossip and rumors that day
I heard she did this and he did that said Mrs. McVey.
They all had a story, about things crazy and gray.
One-upping each other on this nonsensical Tuesday.
Surely you have something better to do cawed a blue jay.
They took out their sling shots and forced him away.
I never should have married that fool said Mrs. McVey
If i wrote a thought that made those
that think that thought
just stop
Worried that my time is started
taking days
seconds at a
timed my every word
put rhubarb in just to be a bsurd
your country needs bsurd's
trickling a trickle of tickle
me nip
You late you late for an very important
yeah i know it should be a
butt sometimes
-------gets carried
a way a weigh a whey
weight wait to waif
away from all others
Cappuccino emergency room? see below
Later
Little Miss Muffet loved her curds and whey,
give me a box of cereal with cold milk and I will be on my way.
Along came a spider,
I bet they did not bring a glass of cider.
Little Miss Muffet should pick her friends better,
how about getting an English Setter.
Be careful who your friends are,
or you will not go very far.