Poems with rhymes of food

Bear'st thou to thy callow brood
Yonder locust from the mead,
Destined their delicious food?

While waiting for his food,
But when I feed him, what a change!
He then is rough and rude.

They must learn that pointing's rude,
They must sit quite still at table,
And must always eat the food

He drank the brackish water, and his food
Was dates and roots,—and all his rule was harsh,
For pampered flesh in' those days warred with good.

understood
Your robbing an Indian's body, and mocking his
soul with food.

And unto God, for health and food
And all that in thy life is good,

A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;

Nothing will ever replace food
Our bodies have always had to be fed
We just mostly eat what tastes good

Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

And I’m always in the mood
For a glass of vintage grape juice
And a plate of tasty food.

And they were healthy with their food
For me--it never did me good.

They pictured the Gods of Food--
The Horse, the Elk, and the Bison
That the hunting might be good;

A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;

His war-tax devours his subject's food;
He taxes their evil and taxes their good;

And every day that I've been good,
I get an orange after food.

The keyhole lodged the earwig and her brood,
The emmets of the steps has old possession,
And marched in search of their diurnal food

Is a soul's board set daily with new food.
What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood

Our Colonel's white an' twitterly -- 'e gets no sleep nor food,
But mucks about in 'orspital where nothing does no good.

The table groans with costly piles of food,
And all is more than hospitably good.

The water which beside it stood:
The wolf has come to me to-night,
And he has stolen away my food.