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.