Peep Poetry exists for the same reason all poetry exists, to attempt to express, in our imperfect humanness, our feelings and desires concerning the popular marshmallow confection. Human creativity has spawned several poetic styles, each capable of expressing a differnt facet of our peepal affection. We present here our humble efforts.
Peepku
Based on the venerable tradition of the Japanese haiku, peepku aspire to capture the essence of peepness in its minimalist form. (Inspired by Spamku.)
Stephen Blessing
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yellow bunny fluff nutrionless confection harbor of my soul |
stuck to the paper an angel from heaven's door pastel in color |
Shaun Vecera
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a peep on my wall both yin and yang together essence of Buddha |
after Easter morn discount candy in the store why not buy some peeps? |
Craig Stark
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nuke one and it's hard though starts life soft and fluffy crunchy, crusty, burnt |
creative outlet avoid the dissertation dynamic art form |
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Shaun hadn't done it Stephen the wise young master Disciples abound |
Lisa Haverty
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sweet sugary sweet the peep melts not in your hands oh easters of youth |
haiku form is strange haven't done this since 3rd grade peeps are much cooler |
Ishmael Ribar (submitted by a passerby)
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marshmallow gold hearts sugary heroes to all paradise is peep |
Billy Pilgrim (submitted by a fan)
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soft, unassuming little blue peep awaits fate flawless digestion |
oh terrible deed nobody eats biker peeps i will be hunted |
Limerpeeps
The most jocular of the poetic forms, limerpeeps attempt to make you laugh as they entertain you.
Lisa Haverty
Now, limericks are much more my style
They're not like those Peepku, so vile
They actually rhyme
And so don't waste your time
Plus, they hail from the great Emerald Isle!
It was after one Easter we spied
Stale bunny confections all dried
yellow, purple, and pink
now, just who would think?
that those peeps would look so pretty, fried?
Stephen Blessing
The Peep hanging on the wall
Wished it could be seven feet tall
Trying to get down
It fell on the ground
And decided to go to the mall
Craig Stark
There once was a peep from Nantucket
Who Steve on some paper stuck it
In the 'wave it flew
It's fluff burned and grew
Were it not art he'd be tossed in the bucket
Sonpeeps
In both the Shakespearean and Italian traditions, sonpeeps will touch your innermost being.
Stephen Blessing
Oh, lovely Peep on the wall,
would that you could talk to me,
on the telephone I would call,
because I believe it is our detiny.
Bound to each other hand in hand,
our fate, it is writ, is intertwined,
I must proclaim it throughout the land,
after we have danced and dined.
I don't believe I will ever meet,
another candy that will tear me away,
for as a confection you are simply sweet,
and are always there to save the day.
Oh Peep of mine be true,
and my emotions will never be blue.
Free Peep Verse
Unbridled by rhyming and meter (but free to bastardize existing poems), free peep verse allows the Peep Poet to express their deepest thoughts on the yummy treat.
Stephen Blessing
This is the way the peep ends,
This is the way the peep ends,
This is the way the peep ends,
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
Tracey Grzegorczyk (another passerby)
I think that I shall never eat
a snack as puffy as a peep.
Mushy mallow, sugar sweet
taffy-pully-spongy peep.
Fresh from the box, or caref'ly aged
freed from their cardboard/cello cage.
Life-like yellow; peeps all-white
pretty pinky peeps I like.
Lavendar, my special hue
for purple teeth-and-tongue ensue.
What's this, among my mallow treats?
Why, the newest one... it's aquapeeps!
Katie (yet another passerby)
o peeps,
you are so sweet.
the yellow ones are the best
but the others still past my test.
easter is my favorite time of year
because a day without peeps is something i fear.
i do believe that my mouth can sense when they are near,
oh peeps, how i love you!
the purple ones are the second favorite of mine,
but on all peeps i do dine.
yellow, purple, white, pink or blue,
which peeps are best to you?
A Peep Fan
A Peep without 2p's
Is something I
don't want to see
its inane
but it names the same
when the lost letter
seeks solo fame
By IdleI
P.S.
Peeping around the corner,
I notice that little Jack Horner,
has sickend of plum and is glum,
He is grey as a cloud,
Yet not fluffy nor proud,
I should peep him and head to the sauner,
If you've micro' peeped,
then you're silly, not deep,
You should try it without cutting corners.
You see, Jack and I have not only to fry,
but to steam and to bake and then eat,
For to waste any peep,
Is to loose lots of sleep,
Over somthing you should never have tried
Reader Additions
If you have been inspired by your visit to the Peep Art site, and would like to try your hand at writing Peep Poetry, then please submit your ideas to Stephen Blessing. Thanks!