Food for Thought


I’ve saved these rations

on which you may ponder,

appetizing meditations

served up for your wonder.

My words tickle taste buds

with their delectable flavor

they always pour out in floods

for all my readers to savor.

Drink up this poetry stew

Before you’ll no longer be able

and don’t you dare spew

vomit onto my kitchen table.

My reflection size is ample

to keep you coming back

because my yummy samples

will never be in lack.

My poetry is all the rave;

leftovers are in low supply.

My admirers constantly crave it

even though it’s deep-fried.

Enjoy my contemplations

until you have had your fill;

be cautious with expectations

or my ego-soup you may spill.

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