Limerick Poems About Food | Food Limerick Poems
Poem Details | by Jesse Rowe |
Categories: bird, food, funny,


They said how she ate was absurd;
A "Fatso", they called her she heard,
And ever since then
That poor, baby wren
Just pecked at her food like a bird.

Contest: Any Animal or Creature Limerick

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: fantasy, humor,

How Jan and Lin Slayed the Dragon

Two ladies named Jan and named Lin professed a forgivable sin they cornered a dragon wrung her in a flagon and gave her away as cheap gin The old dragon's name was Jooling who had a habit of drooling she couldn't stay dry on ground or in sky around her urine kept pooling The ladies had had quite enough The dragon smelled like bad stuff so after they did drain her to cement they did chain her and threw her sad stench off a bluff Into the ocean dragon fell on hitting water she did melt The girls were relieved at what they'd achieved and glad to be rid of the smell They went on to gain great success without all that putrefied mess their poetry was renowned no matter where it was found The dragon's now fish food they guess

Poem Details | by Robert A. Dufresne |
Categories: funnyfood,

Comfort Food

Comfort food is a riddle,
Makes one soft in the middle
No matter how hard I try ,
When I smell food fry.
I drool a little spittle.

They say comfort food is in your head,
Unless you eat it in bed,
Then without any warning ,
You’ll wake in the morning,
With food in your sheets instead.

Some say they take ex-lax,
To help their bellies relax,
But if you do ,
Best head for the loo,
Before you leave some tracks.

So much for the comfort food story,
It’s obviously lacking in glory,
But if it succeeds,
In meeting your needs,
Let me burp it out."I’m sorry".

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: food, humorous,


I’m trying a new ‘see food’ diet I’d recommend that you all try it Any food will do Nothing’s bad for you.. It's no wonder my trousers don’t fit! Written 18th February Posted on 23rd February

Poem Details | by cheryl hoffman |
Categories: food, technology, time,

Fast Food Kitchen

When at home its often fast food I crave,
might even be leftovers that I saved,
always in a race,
open and shut case,
thank God for my nuke everything microwave!


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: change, emotions, identity,


I love living in the Arctic The cold I find so cathartic But you must beware I'm bi-polar bear If crossed I can be anarchic I'm really a huge white bi-polar bear You can take my photograph, laugh and stare But if you come too near You'll have reason to fear If I'm in Hyde's mood you'd better take care! I'm usually very docile and quite nice Relaxing on the shelves of polar ice For food I am howling My tummy is growling I need to catch some tasty fish to slice I possess great big furry white paws But at times I can show my sharp claws So don’t mess with me Cos I can be nasty My emotions have no get out clause I don't really like eating seal blubber It's tasteless as a tire made of rubber And I don't like to swim Unless I have the whim I should have been born as a land lubber My smile can turn into a frown One minute I’m up, next I’m down I can lash out at you So whatever you do Don’t call me a stupid bear clown When I'm feeling like good Doctor Jekyll I don't care if you tease me or heckle I'll toss you my poop Big scoop after scoop Til I've covered all your little freckles On a good day I’ll smile so nice Enjoying white fish which I’ll dice See me bask in the sun Then I’ll go for a run And play with my friends on the ice I feel a weird change, a rumbling inside An avalanche of emotions, a landslide My claws are extended Your visit has ended Red mist all around ~ turning into Hyde! The truth, it cannot be denied I’m a bit like Jekyll and Hyde You'd better leave town When red mist comes down Or run to take cover and hide! Written by Lin Lane and Jan Allison 05~18~17

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: chocolate, funny, history, natural

Jan's Gift to the World

Chocolate goes straight to the heart
Its the Food of Love off the chart
But truth be told
It makes Jan bold
To squeeze out a real skunky fart 

The Boston Tea Party was hip
Until Jan herself let one rip
The tea went first
The Captain cursed
And the crew cried, "Abandon ship!"

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: poets,

Our First Annual PoetrySoup Convention- Vegas Style

In Las Vegas is where we will be
for the night life is something to see.
We can take in a show
and then let the wine flow;
but the daytime is for poetry!

Any member of Poetry Soup
may attendLet me give you the scoop:
on the first day at noon
we will gather and swoon
at the readings of all in our group.

Where we meet, it will be like a fair
with food and fun, seeing who’s there
with our very own eyes,
checking out gals and guys.
Who’s got flair, and who’s still got their hair?

On a weekend we’ll do this in fall,
reading fave poems inside a huge hall.
One poem each; make it short
or we’ll have to abort!
Then we’ll mingle and danceHave a ball!

March 10, 2019

Poem Details | by John Trusty |
Categories: funny


The last time someone dropped into our pool,

it broke our concentration for crock school.

I didn’t join the food frenzy,

prefer Scots called Mackenzie.

So take this one mates, silk chutes bind my stool!

* For the “To Die for Limerick” contestHard to tell crock or gator from this magnification.

Poem Details | by Laura Leiser |
Categories: funny, life,

Lazy Guy

The weeds in his yard were sky high
"Just PULL them!" nagged his wife, said he'd try
But the thought brought him sorrow
Said, "I'll do it tomorrow!"
As he sat, eating junk food and fries

Written on 6/19/2015
"Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow." Mark Twain
For The Wit of Twain contest

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: food,


There was a young fellow named Tony,
Who wouldn't eat his macaroni.
He hollered out, "Hey,
Take this slop food away.
Just bring me a stick of baloney."

Written; November 14, 2014

Poem Details | by Charles Henderson |
Categories: holiday,

Dear Mrs Clause

The reason for this post Christmas fax
Knowing Santa needs most to relax
After eating my fudge
He thought I had a grudge
To sneak him four ounces of ex lax

But was all a very sad mistake
Later to him regrets I will make
Rich food so delicious
Can be most pernicious
It was there for my relief to take.

©  25 Dec 2010  Charles Henderson

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: allegory, food, funny, people,

Eating out

Loud speech in restaurants is crude
Why are the obnoxious so rude?
Their noise should be banned
This is not a food stand
But a place we pay for the mood

Author's note:  My wife and I went out for dinner with friends last night That was the inspiration for the limerick above However, this is also an allegory for what is wrong in today's world There is a critical shortage of consideration for others.

Poem Details | by Brigitte Pace |
Categories: adventure, children, dog, kids,

A beach within my reach

I am a basset hound and I love to play
I can run and jump all day
I really love magic and tricks
I also love chocolate bics
Yummy! They are so good 
I would eat a packet a day if I could
My name is Lady and here is a story all about me
I'm a funny looking dog you see:

Lady was home alone
All she had was her green plastic bone
Her owners had gone out for the day
And Lady really wanted   to play
Miserable, she lay on the ground with her long floppy ears
With watery eyes, it seemed as though she was about to burst into tears
Suddenly she perked up when she heard a squeaking sound coming from the house
Lady became excited, she hoped it was a mouse
She barked out loud and ran towards the sound
Lady was such a clever basset hound
With her long nose, she sniffed out the little mouse in his hiding place
The whole morning turned into a playful ‘dog and mouse’ chase!
The mouse was too fast for her and escaped through a small crack in the wall
He was terrified of this funny looking dog who stood two feet tall
Exhausted, Lady flopped down in her basket to rest
She had tried her very, very best
She closed her eyes and had a long nap
And dreamt that she managed to squeeze through the scary dog flap
When Lady woke up, her throat felt dry
She needed a gallon of water to drink and she alone knew why!
The sun was shining and it was hot
She found her bowl and gulped down the lot
Lady looked at the new dog flap
She lifted up one of her paws and gave it a sharp tap
She took a chance and pushed herself through the gap
Relief flooded through her, she had made it out of the flap
Out in the sun
It was time for more fun
Lady headed to the beach
It wasn’t far, within her reach
Calm blue sea with the tiniest of waves
Grottos and amazing caves
Lady’s paw marks were all over the sand
She loved to play by the sea and on land
Cool air blew around her as she splashed around in the sea
What a great feeling it was to be free!
The aroma of food was all around
She was always hungry, this hilarious hound
An ice-cream van was parked nearby
Lady drooled and just stood by
A young couple spotted the little dog sitting down on her own
Her sad brown eyes caught their attention, they each bought her a cone
Lady wished that she could shout
She clenched both cones in her mouth
She licked off the chocolate ice-cream and wolfed down the rest

Poem Details | by Ralph Sergi |
Categories: america, humorous,

No Bordeaux

There once was a young man from Turkey
Whose food tastes were known to be quirky
On braised lamb with Bordeaux
He had quickly said no
And asked if they had some Beef Jerky

 Contest   Poet Destroyer A  October 8, 2015

Poem Details | by Gert W. Knop |
Categories: confusion

A Flathead -Aussie-Talk

A flathead once carried in his tuckerbag a grinder 
So hungry he sat at a fair dinkum binder
But he won't trust his eyes
When a fellow donkey arrives
To eat up all the remainder

Aussie-Talk:   A tuckerbag is a bag carrying food by a swagman (= hobo)
		      A binder is a solid meal
		      Fair dinklum means excellent
		      A flathead is a fool
		      A donkey is a stupid person	

Poem Details | by Viv Wigley |
Categories: humor, men,

Men only 2- for contest

A men only poem, well I never-
that is something odd, for a start
submissions from men
who pick noses and then
will polish it off with a fart.

We undress like drunken mime artists
look like we get dressed in the dark
steer cars like we're swimmin'
and then complain women
do not have a clue how to park.

Our cooking skills are just amazing
we're known for our barbecue fame
coz we somehow have learnt
just which food has been burnt
when it's black it all looks just the same

Our acting is worthy of Oscars
or any such Thespian cup
stagger home fully juiced
with some drunken excuse
but we still avoid getting beat up

In beachwear we are an Adonis
our styling choices are quite bold
from speedos so weeny
to full on Mankinis's small coz the water's too cold....

The world would be worse off without us
devoid of intelligent life
there's nothing to rival
our power of survival
except for the girlfriend.
Or wife.
She told me to put that bit in.
Yes, dear.
I'll be right there.

Submitted with my missus' grudging permission for contest 'Men only #2,
sponsored by Kelly Deschler
July 16th 2015

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: food, humorous,

Obese Mackian

There once was a man from Mac,
who was loving, but oh so fat.
When he ate so much,
he fell off his crutch,
he found that his food didn't love back!

NOTE: This was actually the first limerick I ever wroteNot a favorite, but I still enjoy it..I like how with the limerick I have a great excuse to come up with complete non-senseLike a fictional town named Mac who's inhabitants are called "Mackians".

Poem Details | by Theresa CW |
Categories: humor, nonsense,

B, B and B

B B and B

Brenda picked up the phone to call Bernie
Bernie answered with a plundering plea
But Butt-Head was barking
feed me food stop talking
Butt-Head wants food you moron's feed me.

Written Dec1, 2015

Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: food, humorous,

Bulging Problem

I do admit, I must confess,
My stomach is in great distress,
It keeps growing
As food keeps flowing, 
Why can't I eat a little less?

Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: allegory, angst, people, social

Poor Choices

There once was a prison for boys.
To some, guns were not only toys.
They had too much fun
Life lived on the run.
Confinement has very few joys.

Teachers taught; helped some of them learn.
Disturbance sometimes took a turn.
“Teach” treated them right.
Boys “partied” at night.
In the classroom stomachs did churn.

An offender has feelings, too.
Not just an animal at the zoo.
But crime has a cost.
One's freedom is lost.
There's no more McDonald's, for you!

Fast food was not their only loss.
Prison guards were mixed in the sauce.
Obey what they say.
Or suffer their way.
Survival or cry; it's a toss!

Exercising in the hot sun.
It's what they must do to have fun.
With sweat pouring down,
Some cuss and some frown.
Poor choices, have this privilege won!

© May 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  BEHIND BARS BLUES 	 
Sponsored by: Miranda Lambert

Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: funny,

Kebab Grab

Aadab the Aarab's
Favourite food was kebabs,
Be it beef, be it chicken,
He thought they were finger lickin'
With hummus and garlic dabs

authors note: i know Adab & Arab
 are spelled with one the start but i put in
 the extra...a.....for pronunciation
 of a long.....a.....sound

Poem Details | by Robert A. Dufresne |
Categories: funny

The Derogatory Diner

There was a chef named Luke,
All of his entrees were nuked.
In every dinner he planned,
All of his food was canned,
And most of his patrons puked.

Now many patrons inquired,
Why this chef was never fired,
But his boss was anemic,
and very bulimic,
Which is why Luke was hired.

This Diner's reputation lags,
But the owner always brags,
That his dining auditorium,
is a modern vomitorium
With no need for doggie bags.

Poem Details | by ilene bauer |
Categories: food,

Sweet and Salty - for contest

There once was a king who would eat
Exclusively things that were sweet.
	His chefs were at fault
	If he tasted salt
So their spicings were very discreet.

On the other hand, there was his queen,
Who favored a sav’ry cuisine.
	She liked her food salty
	Or dishes were faulty;
The cooks were betwixt and between!

for Andrea's "Sweet and Salty" contest

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny,


Since Andreasnackosaur ate more than double the food of its weight, it had stored so much fat that it kept warm when that Ice Age hitTo die last was its fate! (haiku) forlorn in its cave Andreasnackosaur finds only popsicles By Andrea Dietrich * I feel compelled to add: I am NOT this dinosaurhahahaI love food, but I am a good dino who watches her calories and works outIF, however, I were to be a dinosaur, I would indeed be the snackosaur variety!! PD's Contest DINOSAUR-QUEST (1 limerick) (1 haiku)

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny,

I Just Can't Win: My Petty Peeves

I had just woken up feeling great like I barely had gained any weight. But not so says my scale!! The despair I can't quell. So I go pile more food on a plate. Next, the car on a side street I spy pulls out quickly in front of meWhy? I'd been going 60. But now I'm at 50. Why can't slowpokes let fast folks pass by? Then the store checkout line is not fast. So I change to line twoI'm aghast. The first just got quicker Line two was a trickster. Yes, the last shall be first; the first, last. I race home because there is something I've recordedFor me, that 's a big thing. But I mope and I pout The power had gone out. While away from my home, I taped nothing. And so I've proceeded to bake A costly and chocolate-filled cake. A most horrible taste! Salt for sugar I'd placed, and I've got no more flour for a remake. I'm in bedThere's this really good show. But my eyes won't stay openOh, no! In the's one. I awakeMy show's done. Like in life, the end I can't know!

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: fun,

A 98 Pound Weakling

A burger with fries are fit for a king But it's not gonna lose weight you big ding a-ling For a slimmer bod Give a negative nod To junk food and wind up a 98 pound weakling © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Duke Beaufort |
Categories: food, humor,

our oral fixation

We’re mostly big and contorted 
From snacks and diets distorted
If you are still thin
You no longer fit in
Small portions our culture's aborted

Author's note: Just got back from the continent People are still much leaner there than here We need to stop filling ourselves and learn to be a little more satisfied with less It is really OK Now pass the fries please!  BTW, the central market in Florence is a fantastic display of food love, yet the people there are thin How can this be?

Poem Details | by Lansell Taudevin |
Categories: fun,

Singapore Limericks


1.	The daughter

There once was a crusty old hawker 
who married his neighbour’s fat daughter
She thought she’d be rich
But she did not know which
Was the reason behind why he’d sought her.

2.	The laksa man

You’d have heard of the hawker named Tan
Who fried all his food in a pan
His clients set trends
And told all their friends
Now the queues almost stretch to Japan.

3.	The Obese eater

Now here is an interesting stat,
If you stop by that stall for a chat
You’ll meet some police
Who are really obese
For the stall’s name is Soon Too Fatt.

4.	Fasting: not

There once was a man so bullheaded
His eating hours always extended 
He’d go to the stalls
But not in the malls,
And eat till his chest was distended.
5.	Pizza

A cook who was trying to please
Cooked some pizza with far too much cheese,
He collapsed from the strain,
Said his doctor, "It's plain
You are killing yourself with the grease!"
6.	The Bedok Disaster

A careless old cook from Bedok
One day had a terrible shock,
He turned on the stove,
In his hawker’s alcove,
And exploded with all of his stock

7.	Who?

I know an old man we’ll call Choo, 
As he cooked he would call out “Hoo Hoo," 
As the people walked by
They all wondered why, 
But none of them had any clue.

8.	The rescue

A hawker got stuck in his stall 
Because he was terribly tall
People asked what was what 
With his head in a pot 
But all he could do was to bawl.

Poem Details | by Greg Stanley |
Categories: funny, holiday,

February Funny Bone

Don’t worry if your food contains fat,   
Can indulge after leaving your flat  
Fat Tuesday is coming soon,   
You can feel like a balloon.
Just enjoy, and eat another stack  

By Greg Stanley

Poem Details | by T Wignesan |
Categories: devotion, religious, religious, drug,

Limerick: Once a President of Bolivia

Limerick : Once a President of Bolivia

Once a President of Bolivia
Frothed oblanceolate green saliva
Must dream was Ashoka*
On Andes throne Inca
That’s how COCA-cola drug India.

*ASHOKA, bcirca 304 BCE (reigned: 273-232 BCE): King of Magadha,
was the first great commoner Buddhist Emperor
of India which, then, extended from Afghanistan 
to Bengal, and from Nepal to Southern Deccan.
Among his recorded edicts : concern for the peoples’
welfare ; medical attention for the needy ; arboured
thoroughfares ; nomination of officers to oversee
morality and magistrates ; forbade the slaughter of
animals for food or for religious purposes ; required
the reconciliation of all religious tendencies ; wanted
everyone to practice compassion and charity towards
one another and to follow the laws of the Dharma or
Righteousness ; and drew attention to the vanity of
glory and emphasised the supreme aim of Life itself 

© TWignesan – Paris,  2013

Poem Details | by peter timmins |
Categories: death, food, funny, peoplefood,

Lady de leisure

There once lived a woman called Lady-de Leisure, who turned not to men, but food for 
She ate everything spicy and sticky and sweet, the poor lady could not even see her poor 
feetFrom dusk until dawn, all she would do was eat, drink, break wind, burp belch and poo.
But one day whilst eating her thirty fifth pie, the lady burped loudly, keeled over and died.
The funeral had to be held outside, but people they came to say goodbye.
The coffin itself, you’ve never seen biggerThe bearers were three forklift trucks and a 
The hole in the ground was fourteen feet wide, and  even then the coffin scraped at the sides.
So if you are thinking about being a lady of leisure, look elsewhere than food solely for 

Categories: fun, humor, nonsense,

Tara my sweet Tarantula

                           My sweet tarantula was a complicated lady
                  She loved a small hunting spider chigoe chigger Freddie
                               This was not at all a spider life style
                              "You must be a cougar once in a while "
                   Tara listened her face glistened " papa  food is ready"

                   Tara my sweet Tarantula/Limerick/humor-nonsense-fun
                        © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 21 November 2014

Poem Details | by Mohamed Omar |
Categories: girl,

Limerick Diet Girl

Once a girl with a big butt
Went on a diet to lose a lot 
She stopped eating and shoving food 
Thinking it was good 
She became bigger and fatter for she was knocked up on the spot 

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: addiction, bible, christian, confusion,


Such food made the people go crazy.
Their hearts Fill'd with lust all got hazy
In bad stuff they were in
Many died cuz of sin
And were lost for'ver and that's crazy!

Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000

September 8,2014

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: food, funny,

Slick Limerick

There once was a poet named Sara
Who did Tommy a great favor
She cooked him some good lunch
He ate a great big bunch
Now food he no longer savors

In honor of Destroyer A Poet~
Contest: "Write a limerick using your poetry soup name."

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humor,

It's A Won-Da

I'm Canadian eh! from the frozen tundra Stored food for the winter, so I'm a little rotunda Not worried a bit Soon be back in fit How I make it though winter, it's a won-da! © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: hilarious,

A Trifle Bit Creeple

Sitting in a food court, watching the people Interact with each other, they follow like sheeple If someone says jump They interrupt their lunch And oblige which is certainly a trifle bit creeple

Poem Details | by Deb Wilson |
Categories: funny, on work and

Waitress Woes-Nasty Customers

Well you're saying your steak isn't rare
And there's food stains on your silverware
You say I exude
A bad attitude
Well just ask me if I really care!

You've been nothing but trouble for me
Now you're trying to get your meal free
I've seen your type before
Let me show you the door
No you can't have a refill of tea!

Now I hear all these rude things you say
Don't you know I work hard for my pay?
I'm as good as you are
Guess I'll go hit the bar
Cos' I'm quitting this job anyway!

**for contest "A Fly On The Wall"
sponsored by Michael Falotico

Poem Details | by Mohan Chutani |
Categories: beauty, fun, life,

Past Life

In past life I hailed from Shitterton 
and loved good food and plenty of action
Once a witch visited town
Who taught her art to me clown
With my magic wand I had more fun

A lass named Bustyview took my fancy
Gave me no airs, vane was her beauty
Decided to trick her in
Prince became I to her grin 
Lived thereafter happily with she

Form: Limerick, 2 stanzas of 5 lines each 
(sylcount:9,10,7,7,9,10,9,7,7,9), Rhyme: AABBA

Poem Details | by Elton Camp |
Categories: food

A Meal at Mickey D's

A Meal at Mickey D’s

By Elton Camp and Maria Camp

Ah, food I ate at Mickey D’s 

The fat and salt, they always please 

French fries, they advised 

Better if super-sized 

Never mind heart disease

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: animals, death, funny, imagination,

On The Southern Alligator Farm

Down south on the small alligator farm
Alligators grown to size to alarm
All the workers there too scared
Of young gators as they aired
Parachuted food to keep them from harm

(Inspired by Carolyn's picture but not entry.)

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: food,

Must Stuff Our Faces

Frozen dinners, home delivery, fast food places Is a home cooked meal no longer one of those phrases Things from the past Never ever lasts In this fast paced world we must stuff our faces

Poem Details | by john williams |
Categories: funny,


Now I think I have to concede
My Jenny horse eats too much feed,
Loves her chaff, loves fresh grass,
But through the barn door she can't pass,
Clearly a case of food stampede..

Poem Details | by madison hinton |
Categories: children


i have a friend named lucy,
she likes food thats juicy.
      she has a boyfriend named sam,
      he really likes jam.
and she calls her pet moosy.

Poem Details | by ilene bauer |
Categories: food,

Sweet and Salty

There once was a king who would eat
Exclusively things that were sweet.
	His chefs were at fault
	If he tasted salt
So their spicings were very discreet.

On the other hand, there was his queen,
Who favored a sav’ry cuisine.
	She liked her food salty
	Or dishes were faulty;
The cooks were betwixt and between!

On the day of their princely son’s birth,
She announced, “He’s the salt of the earth!”
	But the monarchs did meet
	And agreed he was sweet
So the kingdom rejoiced in their mirth.

Categories: food,

Food for thought

                                    Poems may be bad poems may be good
                                     Alex says all depends on writer's mood
                                                       Betty says no
                                                       The afterglow
                              Comes from food for thought- the breakfast food

(C) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
17 December 2014

Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: computer,

Life Without The Net

When the net is down, we stare blankly at the wall We consider hanging out at the food court in the mall Obsessed is a word that is often used Nothing to do but go for a snooze Life without the net is absolutely no life at all © Jack Ellison 2015

Poem Details | by Adrienne Brown |
Categories: people, boy,

Boy Named Devin

there once was a boy named Devin
he appears to be at the age of seven
he loves to skate
and use his hair rake
for him, food is like heaven

Poem Details | by Vernette Hutcherson |
Categories: food, funny,

OOPS (Limerick)

There once was a girl named Shelly 
Her favorite food was jelly
One day she over indulged
Until her tummy just bulged
She had put too much in her belly