Funny Food Thoughts

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    Funny Food Thoughts

     

    Funny Food Thoughts

     

    Razor neck clams,

    Chili in the back seat,

    Wonderful hair

    The color of straw wheat.

     

    Mushroom soup,

    Out of tune guitar strings,

    Tie-dye shirts

    Worn out blue jeans.

     

    Taurus is hiding,

    Orion is hunting.

    The Babe always swung

    They never had him bunting.

     

    Loser’s lamenting,

    Ham without rye.

    Some give it a shot,

    Others never try.

     

    Ripples on the pond,

    Sound waves on the water.

    I thought I did,

    But I never really got her.

     

    Banana’s Flambé’,

    Fire dripping down orange peels.

    Devout women enters Church

    Crosses herself and then she kneels.

     

    Candy canes hanging on a tree,

    Protected and individually wrapped.

    The whole world to roam

    But still I’m feeling trapped.

     

    Giddy in the late night

    Things begin to blur.

    Something’s are different

    Other’s like they were.

     

    Beaches without sand,

    Skies without any blue.

    Truth is eternal,

    So what is it with you?

     

    Got a dollar in my pocket,

    A few gallons in my car.

    A dollar won’t buy me much,

    A few gallons won’t get me very far.

     

    Steak by candlelight,

    Dessert in the dark,

    Walking in a forest,

    Lying in a park.

     

    In a dream

    Blue was the sun.

    I hate it

    When I forget how to run.

     

    Marshmallows in my coffee,

    The wrong shade of white.

    I was looking at a gull

    And it became a kite.

     

    Beef Jerky

    Feels like an old worn belt.

    Can’t change the cards

    Once they’ve been dealt.

     

    Half and half is fine

    When it’s in a cup of Joe.

    Take a spoon and swirl

    And it looks like dirty snow.

     

    Apples look like Mars

    Floating in the stellar waste.

    Caviar still smells like fish,

    Guess it’s an acquired taste.

     

    Kids are gone,

    They’re checking out a pup.

    Everything is food.

    Eat or else get eaten up.

     

    Nuts are good,

    I don’t like them like I used to though.

    Almonds are okay

    But I really like Pistachio.

     

    It’s nighttime

    In at least half the world.

    French fries

    Straight or cutely curled.

     

    Ginger snaps,

    Lovers share a smile.
    Prison cake

    Baked with a hidden file.

     

    Pretty girls that were

    Always out of reach,

    Chips and Salsa

    Sitting at the beach.

     

    Fog settles on the grass

    Like ashes on the ground.

    Prunes and potatoes,

    Different shades of brown.

     

    Life is a challenge

    At all the little bends.

    Constantly mending fences,

    Work that never ends.

     

    Don’t shave

    And a face gets pretty hairy.

    Make a list,

    Start it with a big juicy berry.

     

    I’ve got a hole

    Deep in my pockets.

    Vandenberg is where they

    Shoot those soaring rockets.

     

    Vanilla comes from beans,

    Chocolate from a pod.

    Organic ecstasy,

    Isn’t that kind of odd?

     

    Women drive funny.

    You’ll say I’m probably wrong.

    I’m nuts about hot dogs

    And I like them foot-long.

     

    Everyone jokes about Okra,

    Jambalaya’s all they know.

    Red and white candies,

    And a little white bow.

     

    Guavas in the jungle

    Just hanging there to pick.

    Cherry suckers are pretty yummy

    And so much fun to lick.

     

    Cooked a roast once,

    I’ll tell you how it went.

    So poor that I

    Gave it up for Lent.

     

    Grapes ripening in some vineyard

    Are hanging from a vine.

    Let them age and mash them up.

    Have a glass of wine.

     

     

    Computers eat floppy disks

    And gobble data from wire.

    Peppers are hot

    Habenero’s like a raging fire.

     

    Abba Zabba’s are best
    When at room temperature.

    Some fruit is good

    Before it’s ripe and mature.

     

    Some seeds scatter

    With the wind or birds in flight.

    Funny food thoughts

    Have hit me hard tonight.

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