Whatever people eat for snacks,
At home, when they can just relax,
Depends on what their diet lacks
Or what they love to taste.
The salty types, like nuts or chips,
Or pretzels, maybe paired with dips,
Will often find their way to lips
Which end up greasy-laced.
While candies, chocolatey and sweet
Or gummies, quite a different treat,
Might help a craving feel complete
And will not go to waste.
Of course, some snacks are healthy kinds,
Like fruits with pits or citrus rinds,
Or veggies, to convince our minds
Good habits we have chased.
It’s personal what you prefer
And, though my choices may concur
With what you have a craving fer,
My hopes might be misplaced.
For I would rather choke down soil
Than eat the seaweed made with oil,
With sea salt so it will not spoil,
My grandkids have embraced.
poor choice
snack shame
junk food
guilt glitter
bean dip
lazy lava
nachos
cheesy
cheese chaos
melt mess
Cheetos
cheese demons
cheesy popcorn
crunch riot
Fritos
crunchy
crunchy
shrapnel
tooth doom
broke tooth
tooth pain
dentist
dentist
visit
snacking
failure
There once was a squirrel named Smacky,
who snarfed every snack in his shacky.
He stuffed nuts galore,
then scurried for more~
That snack-stricken scamp was so snack-wacky.
Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack
There is no corner to get stuck.
You may pause to get a snack,
But again you hear the Tick,
Soon followed by the Tack —
Like Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack.
Money clinks to this rhythm,
Bodies wet and dry.
Faces smile and wrinkle,
Tears drop and dry
By Ticks and Tacks.
Pain comes and goes.
Trees dry and rain falls.
Wings cease to flap while
Realities turn to distant memories.
Like Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack
Children become parents,
Parents become kids,
And hearts stop their beat.
Days and nights run back to back.
The rhythm turns them to weeks, months, and years,
Steadily turning our ages to gold —
Like Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack, Tick-Tack.
True British scrumptiousness
Between two pieces of bread is pure lusciousness
Whether brown or white
Eaten in the day or at night
As a snack or main meal
This British icon is the real deal
An incredible cheese pull
Other fillings to make it full
Onions tuna or crispy bacon
Will leave your taste buds shaken
Melted butter dripping with delight
Mouth salivating to take a big bite
The humble cheese toastie
A delicious specimen that’s uncostly
Truly deserves to be a national star
Rich or poor we can all devoir
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!
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