Gluttonous Poems - Poems about Gluttonous

Survival of an ultra long week, finally you see some light at the end; Humor a little bit tongue in cheek? Right now could be truly a godsend; Up late in pyjamas watching cartoons, always more than a little obscure; Snacks like sweet meatballs, macaroons, banana peppers, maybe soup du jour; Brandishing a spatula around, it quickly morphs into silverware; Plates of the Midnight Gourmet...

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Yours truly would never be confused for a gourmand, nevertheless I could enjoy experiencing taste testing select food samples if offered an opportunity of attending a fancy feast viz smörgåsbord, whereby oral indulgence would arouse, excite, inflict outstanding pleasure upon every taste bud on mine tongue. Asia generic gastronomy guy, I know how one can wolf...

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Gluttonous and gourmandise People are greedy for gourmet food In a pleasing fashion An exquisite taste Pleasing the eyes Soothing the taste buds A sign of wealth and prosperity Of course with no thoughts of Poverty, epidemics, disasters and wars On the other side of the earth In their absence We feel happy and satisfied In every bits of our bodies and mind...

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Upon poised to strike unsuspecting prey oft times myself she doth cannibal eyes everything her sight coalescing, whereby her occipital orbs gleam fiery poker hot embers ferocious roars of ear splitting hunger pangs deafen wolf, and/or any other unlucky fauna paralyzed with dreadfully locked fear petrified helplessly frozen as unsung hero(ine) twists and shouts out for Godzilla (lame rival) to rescue potential...

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scariness), which ill affords this unlucky husband to maximize tasting, savoring and relishing every sacred moment lest any given instantaneous moment find me in dire circumstantial straitjackets, I cannot stomach enduring another moment remaining, NOT blissfully married, yet acknowledge options limited tummy, whereby as soon as possible being abducted by aliens would be welcome respite, no...

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My heart is a glutton it gorges on sorrow it's like pressing a button then BAM I weep til tomorrow I am a miserable psycho the things I love make me cry my jealousy consumes me and I hope that I can just die...

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These ideals I avoid Perplex me most annoyed So wrapped up in myself Faith kneels down on a shelf Lost beyond conceit here This azure mirage sphere Claims my journeys aren't done Since trials have just begun I let you down again Rage abhors the brakeman My blood denies its roots While my consciousness loots Belief denies assent This foul bile shall ferment Dissolving from within Pasts fixed with a...

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