WRITING: Poetry

And this evil little thought keeps me from working on my Spanish, and I think I’ll dedicate it to Prof. Michael Arnzen at Gorelets for turning me on to Queasy Pops:

“I don’t think I’ll be going
to Hannibal’s for lunch today,
those crunchy tasty things
that grace his Caesar salads
aren’t really bacon bits at all.

And Mama says he’s
got a houseful of
the men who came to dinner,
for his driveway looks
just like a parking mall.”