Eating Poetry

Dining on Diction

Did you know, I like to eat odd things?
But when I say odd, I mean ODD.
Nothing like sissy worms or boogers
I eat words; lovely, tasty, inky, words.

Some words, like the word academic, have very unique tastes.
I guess you could call academic, broccoli-esque.
Damp, mushy, overcooked, green, Broccoli
I hate Academic.

But periwinkle on the other hand, is scrumptious.
It is Finger Licking Good, which surprisingly does not taste like chicken.
It is savory and sweet, yet melts in your mouth.
Not dissimilar to a hearty Christmas pudding.
I could eat periwinkle all day long.

Nothing is better than letting words play on your pallet.
Disregard all of your mother's manners
and let the juices run down your face, and stain your Sunday clothes.
Allow them to crunch away while you munch. Make all the noise you want
Then pick your teeth right in front of the company.

Did you know I like to eat odd things?
I enjoy the pleasures of eating words.
The only rule, have fun.