A Poem for Asparagus

When I was in high school I used to write these silly little poems. I would make insulting ones about my friends, or ridiculously gushy ones to inanimate objects. Seeing as it's already 2am and I'm starting to feel tired, I thought one of these would be a nice little exercise. Since I ate asparagus two different times today, and I couldn't come up with much else, I thought it would be excellent subject matter. So without further ado, the aptly named "A Poem For Asparagus":

Dearest Dearest Asparagus

Smothered in butter with Parmesan cheese

You fill me with wonder lust

And make it smell when I pee

I could eat you always

You taste oh so great

But that odor sways

Me into a hate

But it does not end there

For there is love, too

I will sit in my chair

And eat all of you

Then I shall ask for seconds

Perhaps even thirds

Until something else beckons

I’ll eat, with no words.

I’ll sit and I’ll chew

I’ll chew and I’ll sit

Leftover, will be few

No chance that I’ll spit

I’ll eat you for lunch

And eat you for dinner

Cooked right, you’ve got a punch

You’re really a winner

This poems getting silly

It’s quite out of hand

It’s gotten willy-nilly

I’m taking a stand

I love you Asparagus

I hate you some, too

Why do I keep trying to rhyme Asparagus?

I’m getting on ModCloth and looking for shoes

-Shannon