I’ll tell you a story
That wanders all lands; about a poet
He goes by Ron an ordinary name
But this is not just any old Ron
This is THE Don Juan of all the Rons

He crafts Savory words
His methods arcane
Each ingredient withdrawn
From the mountain’s vein

These words are concocted and
Arranged just so that an optic banquet
Has been prepared
For you to behold

A feast for the eye, heart, and mind
An ambrosic delicacy
Of the most Savory kind