Rare Cooking This Fine Morn

Rare Cooking This Fine Morn To have deep-thoughts, dreams a poet slowly eats Or spiced casseroles of ink-piggy feats? Meals written on yellow paper to enjoy. Chinese fried rice with steamed adjective soy! Experience new dishes, of rare flavor Spread like butterfly wings upon glazed ham. Pour tasty hot liquid words to thus savor Bluebird wings sprinkled in blackberry jam! What ? No essays, delightful adverb desserts? No pans of Poe-like raven-baked pies Yes! And add in boiled rhymes and magpie tales Booming baked echoes of Mobydick whales! What next? Fiction, tasty mysterious spurts? With deep fried fish and red-button from shirts. What taste? Tonight toasted Spanish serenade With sweetest Sangria spice red Kool-Aid! To have deep-thoughts, dreams a poet slowly eats Or spiced casserole of ink-piggy feats? Meals written on yellow paper to enjoy. Chinese fried rice with steamed adjective soy! Robert J. Lindley Rhyme, Lin 10/11 Syllable count 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 Total # Syllables: 223 Total # Words: 146 Note, a Lindley family tradition, I cook the last day of the old year.. I've already completed breakfast and got the idea to cook up something on paper.. Lunch is running a bit late... I cook but no hurry, is my motto.