Poetry is like cooking
Poets are like chefs
We start with the basic recipe and add to it
Hoping that the reader will enjoy all of it
Starting with a favorite format
We add this and a little of that
Some sadness here and laughter there
Emotions flowing everywhere!
So how do you like your meal today?
It is a little too bland you say?
Then I'll throw in some sugar and add some spice
Hopefully you enjoy this slice of life

Walking home from work one day
Along the wall made of clay
I see a note upon my door
And as I entered, flower petals on the floor
They lead to the backyard, a patio so fresh
I seem to think this is a test
But as I walk outside I see
You are there waiting for me
As the sun starts to set
I feel like I did when we first met