Shallow Poetry Wednesday

, my hon!

Your bacon bits, your scrapple batch

Don’t salt the soup du jour, and run

from legislative handicraft

He took his spatula in hand

Long time a cooking show he sought

With all his recipes memorized

And gadgets that he bought

And as he added cheese to meat

The Bureaucrat crept from behind

Banning, as she snuck, his treats

With his best interests in mind.

He served raw milk and buttered scones

He even smoked a cigarette!

Without regard for healthy bones

And caught her in his greasy net.

“Hast thou flipped off the Bureaucrat?

Come to my arms, my voltish boy!

O crabfest day, O more Old Bay!”

He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas bordain, and the cindy loaves

Got drier and rubb’ry in the wabe

All rayon were the ovengloves

And the gumbo fee-layed.

Photo by Jacqueline Munoz courtesy Stock Xchnge