Often times, with(out) rhyme or reason
I cook up a poem and sprinkle it with season
My words, just like the food that I cook
Can appear as one thing upon first look
Simple, country, amateur dishes
Like green eggs and ham or chips and fishes
But should you be willing to read ‘tween the lines
Or take the next bite, I hope you’ll find
Layers of meaning like layers of flavor
Words that surprise and tastes to savor
The nuance of herbs and hints of spice
The question I leave you with “naughty or nice?”
And, if you care to, witness you will
The care that I use to practice this skill
Whether gliding the pen ‘cross the paper’s bow
Or fondling keys, like I’m doing now
Salting or peppering, kneading or rolling
For grilling or frying, baking or boiling
My use of the pen or the knife does not matter
The result is the same whether poem or batter
I want you to love it and then ask for more
Not for the praise, not to keep score
I want to feed both, the mind and the belly
A creamy word-spread to go with hot jelly
It’s said all a good cook needs in the kitchen
Is to express love through food (and to feed dem dats bitchin’)
So what does it take to make a good poet?
A mind a bit quirky and not afraid to show it
Let’s cook
😉
Very tasty 🙂
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purrfect! 🙂
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