Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Ode to Digestion
Here's Zaya's first poem. He made it up this evening.
I had an Airhead this morning
And some banana bread at night.
My stomach is full of chyme,
And now my head is full of rhymes.
So, we have a little way to go yet before we're in Robert Frost league, both in quality and content, but you have to start somewhere, right?
I'm willing to bet he's the only person to use "chyme" in a poem. Possibly ever.