Please share food poetry.

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

(This Is Just to Say - William Carlos Williams)

Roses are red.
Violets ain't blue.
I got a thing for coffee,
I dream of drinking it with you.
Laughing and sharing, enjoying a cup.
Hanging out with friends, that's what's up!

Palms are sweaty 🤲
Knees are weak
His arms ? heavy 😔
Oh no,what's that on the floor?
Moms spaghetti 🙏💔

I wish to eat a piece of cake
But that would be a big mistake
It is not the calories I fear
Appearing on my derriere
And,although, my will power can be pathetic
I still do not indulge as I am diabetic

Two nuns in a clinch in the cloister,
grew rapidly moister and moister.
Their passionate moans, left a stain on the stones,
With the faintest aroma of Oyster.

“Little Jack Horner sat in a corner eating a Christmas pie. He stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum and said, “What a good boy am I!”

I eat my peas with honey
I've done it all my life
It makes them taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife

I prefer my oysters fried.
‘Cause then I know my oyster’s died.

I think that I shall never meet
A pizza I could not eat!

Stalk me asparagus

Old mother Hubbard
Went to her Cupboard
To Fetch her poor dog a bone.

When she bent over
Rover Drove Her
Cause dog had a bone of his own.