Visited a graveyard in Brooklyn, wrote this while there.
I write this poem for my grave
if my gravestone will take it.
If it says no,
Will you please go
to a neighbor's kitchen and bake it?
Leave it there 'til golden brown,
for half-baked rhymes lack taste.
'Twould hurt me so
if such sweet dough
should ever go to waste.
Created: Apr 07, 2009ManWithHat Document Media