I'll have my poems for dinner.
I'm starving, can't you tell?
They don't make me any money
so, I'll eat them, might as well.

I'll gobble up each verse,
each haiku, rhyme and prose;
and if they smell unpleasant,
I'll simply hold my nose.

If, on the other hand,
they end up tasting sour,
I'll use Adobo - Goya
and each piece I'll devour.

I'm done eating my poems
and my stomach is upset;
I knew consuming them
would be something I'd regret.

(c) JH 12/30/09