My Favorite Dish
My favorite dish, when it’s all done and said
Is the metal one inside my head
The dish that heats up near microwaves
And makes airport security whisk me away
The dish that put roundness back in my skull
When before it looked like a concaved bowl
The dish I cover with my toupee
Because to insert it they took my hair away
The dish that nobody else knew about
Until this poem from me came out
Without that dish I would not be here
So for my favorite dish, I give three cheers
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012
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