Food For Thought

The starving artists are hungry For words and sound to fill their silent stomachs Fortune cookies Alphabet soup Birthday cakes and Those gross heart-shaped candy love notes That no one likes on Valentine’s Day That’s poet food Words to be eaten Phrases of flavor that melt on your tongue Like lines of Shakespeare All food should be like that Sugary sonnets served on porcelain paper Licked clean by literary tongues I think we could make a killing off English majors We’ll say Welcome to the scholar café Our menus are anthologies Grab any author We serve every genre For appetizers we have alliterations Today’s specials all start with D Main courses are many We have savory mantras Spicy meter Metaphors that aren’t what you ordered But close enough And For dessert we have a wide array of verses with curses Because not everyone’s a saint And sometimes we just need to have a little damn cake Our pies are inscribed with Poe Our tarts are by T.S. Elliot Our doughnuts are riddled with Dante And special for the kids A sundae made only of Silverstien and ice cream We’ll make a place where people come to eat their words And really chew on their ideas Now, who’s hungry?