Best Oreo Poems

Do you know exactly how to eat and Oreo,
Well to do it you,
You unscrew it.....very fast.
'Cause a kid will eat the middle of an Oreo first;
And save the chocolate cookie outside for last.








Daisy Yant
05/27/2015
Sing Me A Jingle Contest...

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Oreo cookies
Followed me home

I wanted to keep them but they had better plans.
I ate eight of them yesterday, with cool, cold milk.

My husband asked today if I need anything from the store.
Oreo cookies! My happy side yells.
We have already gained so much weight, my ugly...

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Once again, I ate more then one.
Returning to the stack such fun,
Examining the richness complete,
One cookie not left to eat.

Culinary flavor in every bite,
Original taste that satisfies right,
One dip in milk, rich to the core,
Keeping the history, craving more,
I am always filled with delight.
Extraordinary savor...

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She eats the cookies
She eats the cakes
She eats for sins sake
Spiced rum and frozen mars bars
She is addicted
Not to me...

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(a poem a deux)

        The Oreo is there.
        Out of sight, it calls to me.

Oreo: Love! Come to me. Pleasure awaits.
Me: No. Will power! I will not succumb.
Oreo: Think of chocolate...tongue-lingering,...

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A twist and a turn
Then you eat the cream;
You take the chocolate cookie
And dip in ice cream.

Put some milk in a glass
Take a dip,
Then take that cookie over your lip.
Chew it up and put it down your tongue.
Look out stomach!! Here it comes.
Well just in...

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Black chocolate or creamy white it doesn’t matter
See past the outside and you’ll find a taste of something beautiful
Your values may change, shift, and shatter
Black chocolate or creamy whit it doesn’t matter
Don’t speak mindlessly with your chatter
For neither is better or more suitable
Black chocolate or...

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CHOCOLATE hands slide over IVORY skin
making her quiver with his built up anticipation
His mouth blends to her
Like melting CARAMEL
His hands provide a corset of feeling
Sending Across Her Spine
A Squadren Of Shivers
He croons to her
Let me make love to you
as the moonlight shines in
over their bare...

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Since the day you came home
You were my best friend.
My shoulder to cry on,
The fur beneath my tears and laughter.
My walking buddy,
Or should I say running buddy.
Though you are no longer with us,
You are still here,
In our hearts, forever year after year....

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Black tie 
Sweet crisp and old
It's not a tuxedo style Joe event
It's not the plain vanilla sweat, tears, and fears 
My dear
It's the sugar and imprint of guilt on my cookie
It's the finger that marks the "see right through you clear" cup on the counter
It's...

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Articulated words
From your lips...
Soothes more than
Smooth creamed cookie.
Melanin skin tone,
You are...
Makes this cookie green.
Your sapience, very distinct
Making a library curse
Your existence.
Resistence, I sucked
From your crispy nipples
Forming ripples
Down my infant tummy.
Oreo, might be yummy,
Crunchie and sweet;
That mama, can't
Contend with
Your rarebreed
Baked ennead months from your oven.
I became...

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Oreo Planet sleeps above the event horizons deep
Black holes, dark matter, form between the light
Vanilla stars follow Orion’s galactic path on course 
Along the ecliptic everything is night 

Planet Oreo stands alone in clouds of wonder
A mystery in the universe as something baked
Is that a...

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In Memory of Oreo, the Glasses Thief

My guinea pig named Oreo, an affectionate little soul with a talent to behold..

With fur as soft as moonlight’s gleam,

And eyes so bright, like stars in a dream.

My Oreo, you brought such delight,

With mischief in your heart, mischief in...

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The night before my father’s heart attack,
my brother and I were splayed across a bed
watching a re-run of “Happy Days”
and eating Oreo cookies.

My father sat stiff and upright
in a wooden chair.  By then, his back
felt like it was being pierced by daggers
and the pain...

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