Food Rhymes

Two of my favorite rhyming writers have poems I've long loved about...what else? Food!

This, the first English poem I ever memorized (before Fire and Ice, and then The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock):

by Ogden Nash

Celery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.

And this, about which I wrote a whole paper in college:

Point of View
by Shel Silverstein
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless
Christmas dinner's dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey's point of view.

Sunday dinner isn't sunny
Easter feasts are just bad luck
When you see it from the viewpoint
Of a chicken or a duck.

Oh how I once loved tuna salad
Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too
'Til I stopped and looked at dinner
From the dinner's point of view.