|THE RHYME OF|
Florence W. Deems
|Now I sit me down to eat.|
I watch my hands fix such a treat.
They throw together, cracker style,
P-b and jelly - quite a pile.
Ah-h! Such deliciousness
As my teeth crunch cracker-mess.
Oh, sweet, satisfying soupiness.
Saliva glands gush gratefulness.
Chewing meter's out the rhyme.
Oh, this happens all the time!