There once was a girl full of perk,
Whose dad thought her poem some quirk,
But she said with a grin,
“An essay on bin,
With school snacks – that’s real work, not just work!”
Would a snack-happy
happy snacker
with a snacky itch to scratch
be a happy snacker
if he snacked a happy snack
such as a happy cracker
or could there be a catch
as it was not enough
healthy happy snacky stuff
and he'd need something to munch
with a much more succulent crunch
a Grannie Smith or Golden Delic'
a happy snack-like pick
happily snackily
should really do the trick
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
A half-eaten worm brings him back
If he can’t fix the problem in less than a day
Think of poor Adam and Eve ~ and cut Doc some slack
Kernels popped in olive oil,
Butter-drizzled and
tossed with salt or Parmesan
or candied as balls!
Versatile delight
in puffs of
white!
A snack before dinner
Just doesn’t seem right,
For it could diminish
A good appetite.
At least that’s the message
My mother would spout,
Which I took to heart when
No more than a sprout.
Those adages somehow
Don’t work anymore
Yet still, in my head
They are hard to ignore.
When I’m feeling hungry
And mealtime’s not yet
I’ll pop a few olives
So I don’t regret
Ignoring advice
That’s been etched into place.
Then at dinner, I won’t feel bad
Stuffing my face!
Mix black lentil batter
Must add salt and spices
Make holed rings, put in oil
Meduvadas frizzle
Mouthwatering, fluffy
Melts in mouth, soft, crispy
My most favorite snack
Bus driver frantic,
searching for two missing kids,
who did not get off the bus !
Found them on the floor,
between the last seats eating,
driver, parents now happy !
mom always put a snail snack into my lunchbox
made of apples, peanut butter, and celery.
The best parts were the eyes; they were chocolate chips.
She never put in more than two.
A snail only has two eyes, right?
I ate the antennas too; they were made of pretzels.
Always licked off the peanut butter,
Diligently threw away the apple and celery.
"bedtime snack"
your boxers
my panties
silverware
spooning
do you
wanna
fork
In the middle of the night
It's a hunger fight!
I try with all my might--
to pray instead-- that's right!
There is nothing as tasty to me as a warm chocolate brownie
she is a bit better with cold vanilla ice cream oozing off her top
a dollop of freshly whipped cream will do
if you ate the ice cream up yesterday
whether or not to add M and M’s or a cherry
is up to my Gemini mood of the moment
Promote my Charles to the next class.
I know The Idiot did not pass.
Yet, I’d tell ears you have to,
Whether to it or not prone to…
Hundred percent sure you need it,
No need digging collective pit:
Your school from head to toe Private;
Rather few of your staff Graduate
Among them A Clark Porter,
Who is eyeing my young daughter
Some while walking on Doughnuts snack,
For mischief-making quite a knack;
One I saw bubble gum chew,
On her blouse stains from a rushed stew…
My patronage likely to cease;
And Donated School Bus seize.
The kids set out a bowl of milk with chips
For dear Old Santa with no thought of tips
But when Santa arrived
He was somewhat surprised
To see Jeff the cat a-lickin' his lips
A silk top I asked Santa Claus for!
How did Mr. Claus handle that chore?
On that beautiful silk
I found stains from spilled milk.
Milk and cookies for Santa? No MORE!
Nov. 17, 2022
For Tania Kitchin's A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
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