Slop Poems

I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when electrocardiogram exhibits
absolute zero vital sign,
cardiac arrest translates
as cessation to lub

Categories: slop, america, appreciation, blessing, celebration,
Form: Rhyme

Avoid Skin Cancer- Slip Slop Slap

We reach 
The beach

Nice spot
Sand's hot

Flies swarm
Water's warm

Surfers crave
Big wave

We wish
no jellyfish

We learn
sun burn

hot sun
have fun

slip on
a shirt

slap on 
a hat

slop on
sun screen

Dogs invite 
shark bite

mum nags 
swim between flags

HOLIDAY FUN

Halloween evening
Fright night

Seasons Greetings
Merry………  had a little lamb

New Years Eve
Kiss Bliss

Fourth July
Sparks Fly

Categories: slop, beach,
Form: Footle

I Relished Being Hungry For Thanksgiving Pop Slop Gloppy Grub

I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly able, eager, and ready
to soak my ego freezing carcass in a hot tub.

Hmm... on second thought
lemme apprise others 
on the verge against starving themselves, 
(nor exposing their lovely bones 
to

Categories: slop, abuse, adventure, appreciation, autumn,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

I Relished Being Hungry For Leftover Thanksgiving Pop Slop Gloppy Grub First Helping

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when electrocardiogram exhibits
absolute zero vital sign,
cardiac arrest translates
as cessation to lub dub,
hence yours truly

declared dead as doornail,
coroner report deems arrhythmia
directly linkedin to deliberate Machiavellian flub
courtesy the missus attempt to poison me
actually aborted cuz nanobots
loosed

Categories: slop, america, animal, bird, death,
Form: Rhyme

I Relished Being Hungry For Leftover Thanksgiving Pop Slop Gloppy Grub Second Helping

Thus, methinks himself wise
to don cooking apron
please do not ask why
trumpeting self as master chef boyardee
so move over wife and allow husband to try
his hand (using skill - let) me prepare Thai
and/or other Asian cuisine dish,
cuz when free to potschke

(To fuss or "mess around"
inefficiently and inexpertly), I haint shy
to blend (indiscriminately) ingredients
ofttimes yours truly barley

Categories: slop, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Mud, Slop and Eleanor

There were three little piggies, Mud, Slop and Eleanor
Mud and Slop usually covered in poop while Eleanor was demure
Hanging out with well-to-do piggies
The ones known as the “pretties”
A misnomer for sure, but Eleanor had piggie allure

Categories: slop, fun,
Form: Limerick

Slop

Hip Hop died after Hip Hop sold slop

Categories: slop, humor, spoken word,
Form: Free verse

Sucker For Slop

Sucker For Slop

I get cleansed and after that it’s
Like I don’t need God anymore.

When enough time passes and
I’ve had my guard down long
enough, the pigs invite me back
to the pig pen


And I join them.

Categories: slop, christian,
Form: Prose Poetry

Slip Slap Slop Then

Ooh I fly. Wow. Am I a bird? Am I a plane? Training travellers tainted teams. Testicular travelling trademarks trampling. And a green arch in a wind.  Do I have wings? No I do not. Do I have a silvery dress on? No I do not. I am mortal yet immortal. I leave the

Categories: slop, blessing,
Form: I do not know?

Poverty Slop

Poverty Slop is like eating the Earth.
It's a Shepherd's Pie with the meat as girth.

There's a slop of corn running down and thin.
On the top potatoes, just to seal it in.

Only Poverty Slop has a taste for each,
that you'll move in close, so your tongue will reach.

Categories: slop, food,
Form: Couplet

What If the Hogs Wouldn'T Eat the Slop

What If the Hogs Wouldn't Eat the Slop?

By Elton Camp

Too many folks, filthy from TV will deplore
But yet continue to watch it more and more

They say, "The world's going to Satan, I fear,"
Yet eagerly at the noxious show continue to peer

The channel is certainly easy enough to change
To turn off the set, a finger click

Categories: slop, funny,
Form: Rhyme

Slop

I read my writing as of late,
and maybe I should stop,
I can't see how anybody else,
could appreciate this slop.

Categories: slop, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme