French fries
This may be a poema bout French fries,
or something equally trite and contrived.
This may be a poem full of obscurity,
with hidden meanings even I don’t understand.
Whatever it is, it is a poem, written for you,
my faithful reader, be ye with name or without,
be ye my dream or just a dream,
be ye a present, passed to future.
I will put you up on a website,
my miraculous ladle of French fries,
for all the world to admire
and mayhap, I can hope, for you to see.
Because seeing is believing
and I believe you’re as hungry as I am
for something more, something beyond,
so come, sit… share some fries with me.