Contentment

There was a young poem writing stay-at-home

Currently involved with Chinese restaurant syndrome

He hoped the whole issue could be as a clear as a gong

But all food he consumed, related to Wong after Wong

 

His iPad was covered in gooey chicken chow-mien

A well-known staple of each oriental food chain

His date, Mary-Jane thought it not but a shell game

And toward flied-lice, she chop-sticked their aim

 

Yet, for weeks they wandered both day and night

Trying to get poetic wording, flowing just right

Peppermint Brandy got them occasionally tight

Carried in a suitcase, neath a full moon and starlight

 

Finally coming to the realization life itself was a poem

Both welcomed words that flowed like its clone

And mongst sweet fragrance of flowered, drifting scent

They poeticized being’s magic, in syndrome free contentment

 

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Poetically creative, I have had a few dates with Mary Jane.

Great read

With love

Matthew