Tag Archives: #Vegan

You had Me at …!

You’re not a Vegan,

and I don’t want to hear

the excuses you have;

the way you wheedle makes me cringe;

and the carnivorous greed,

that fuels your need

sickens me to the core

of my apple.

And, what’s more,

you must surely be aware by now

that you are killing them and yourself

by eating

that pig,

that chicken,

that cow.

T-Shirt Slogans

“Dreamer!”

“Peanut Butter!”

my T-shirts shout

of my fondest desires;

“Funeral Pyres!”

“Brussels Sprouts!”

rarely – if ever – seen

imposed upon one’s clothing;

“Be Vegan!”

“Go Green!”

are now acceptable in such places

where once such slogans

we’re as popular as fiery dragons,

and life was twice as cheap

as the cows, chickens and sheep

that humans gave in droves

to the hungry lizard,

aflame, aloft,

to keep their little lives

warm, safe, and soft.

Daisy the Cow

Daisy the Cow said,

‘That’s enough now!’

But, only a few that heard her voice,

chose to help her have a choice

that didn’t rely on a farmer.

How many lightbulbs?

How many lightbulbs?

How many lightbulbs does it take

to change a way of life?

Vegan Pecan Pie

Vegan Pecan Pie

is never on my menu, –

any idea why?

This Poem is Vegan.

I borrowed the title

from a poem I saw,

it was called ‘This Poem is,

well, what do you think

it was called, ‘… This Poem is…

About to Explode!’?

(Which title I have now ear-marked for later).

Anyway, what makes this poem,

as oposed to that poem,

(which I am not, oposed to it, I mean)

what makes this poem,

different from that Vegan poem?

And, BTW (by the way)

can I just say here,

that I ask questions,

yet I very rarely answer them.

But, in this case,

the other poem was

a ‘good’ poem,

whereas this one…

is not.

Happy now?

Was Donald Pleasance a Vegan? – a song.

Donald Pleasence

won’t eat pheasants

now he’s dead;

and, when alive, he was a Vegan,

so he ate beans instead –

I may have made that up,

it’s the sort of thing I do,

I’m a writer, and a poet,

and a singer,

‘How d’you do?’

Plant-Based Poetry

The vegetables

sat at tables,

whilst the fruits

played their flutes;

when over,

the vegetables gave them a round of applause,

and the fruits bowed low.

The evening was a total success,

and there was very little mess –

which was nice to know.

Butterbean Barley Buddha Bowl (#Vegan Poetry)

Butterbean Barley Buddha Bowl (#Vegan Poetry)

Would you like…

a Butterbean Barley Buddha Bowl?

I’d like to be able to say it.

There’s a lady on the seashore, she sells them.

That figures.

I found a piece of paper (#VeganPoetry)

I found a piece of paper (#VeganPoetry)

I found a piece of paper

Just laying in the road

I read the words upon it

A message writ in code?

‘No Milk Today’

is what it did say –

but I espied

a Vegan message

hidden there

in plain sight.

What it meant was very clear,

‘No Milk Today….

Tomorrow,

or any year!’