I read of someone who’s written
Three thousand poems in three years
Presented for all to see, no less.
Oh, my… a cookbook of words,
Recipes to help prepare
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
Every day of the year.
I hesitate to imagine
What happens when there’s a dinner party?
It must be a gourmand’s delight.
Chopped syllable salad,
Epic catalectic dressing
Tossed with macaronic verse,
Prolific pudding served with
Followed by treacle sweet
Double dactyl torte,
Rondeau cheese and ruby port,
All for the price of a fast-food buffet.
Perhaps I should write more, indulge
Never mind the indigestion..
My spare diet might cause starvation.