Short White Bread Poems
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I prefer white bread; two slices
Spread Peanut Butter
Then get out jelly and spread
Must be grape jelly
Put slices together
Cut in halves
‘Yum!”
Warm melting mozzarella
Layered rich salami
Sprinkled with juicy olives
On tomato bed
Fresh oregano
Soft white bread
Yum
27/04/2011
For Gwendolen’s fast food epuleaeryu contest
My Mothers home made white bread
warm from the oven
thickly sliced and smothered with
rich, creamy butter!
Baking scents the air
Comfort food
Bliss!
For contest 'Eat Me'
8th place
Some times
I wonder why
the white bread
hates the brown toast
when the sandwich maker shows
what the
bread maker knows
that the dark bread
and the white bread
are both
created from dough
even the sweetbread with raisins
that's totally different...
the baker made too!!!
“I saw Santa last night,” the tot said.
“He is BIG, and his suit is bright red,
like the robe Mama wore!”
Mama silently swore,
“No more sweets, high-cal foods, or white bread!”
used howmanysyllables.com
November 15, 2022
entered in the Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
soft white bread just baked
butter melts-
alarm clock ringing
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October 10, 2018
Poetry/Senryu/bread dream
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1070-299-18
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Baker's Dozen Contest
Sponsor, Maureen McGreavy
Third Place
Original slices of fine white bread,
cut into the humans figure,
organs built from rusted bolts an stories untold
true dilemma,
when fabricating this mish mash of broken souls,
but yet did this creation survive,
living not intending to die,
I am the creation of forgery,
Probably why,
these visions are lying to me.
At the furthest bank
This river flows
I dip my trembling toes
The highest cloud
I’ve yet to reach
I sit and then I eat
The horizon
Won’t yet soon evade
And then I’ll sit beneath its shade
Rationed
Stretched thin
One drop of margarine
On burnt white bread
In the darkest cave
I’ve dared to dwell
I cry and scream at hell
Open the can
slice it ever so thin
Fry it in a big pan
crisp as bacon
White bread fluffy as a cloud
so soft with each bite a smile
Mayonnaise spread it thick
on both slices as the trick
Layer Spam pile on high
taste buds won't be denied
With each bite a tasty chew
every morsel satisfying you
Nothing in a small tin can
is as tasty is fried Spam.
Witch Shelby is adorable, so smart and sweet.
Dressed like a square and light on her feet.
She’s friendly and funny and knows how to tweet.
You have to meet her today, Mr. Warlock G. Pete.
Do not serve her white bread, she only eats wheat.
Marvel at her knowledge, her education complete.
You will find her flying around on Halloween Street.
I think as a couple you cannot be beat!
only this
dinner together
most of the time
while we watch
the world stretch
through the
cracks of boredom
and we sift our problems
with the world's
to make our lives
appear perfect
or more stainless steel
and unmarred than most
when in reality
our lives together
are white-bread
garden-variety
dime a dozen
that's love