Not a Sonnet!
Quick! A little scorched on top
My higgidy pie was done,
So I set it on my plate
And the table thereupon.
With fork and knife, une verre de l’eau
And salad greens.. um.. freshish,
Since my morning’s busy-ness
How could I fail to relish?
Relish! Indeed a happy thought,
Then to the fridge I sallied,
Brought forth a pot and sat me down
No longer now I tarried.
So to the portals of my tum
Each glad pile I gathered,
Consuming thus I wrote this rhyme
Should someone think it mattered!
