Ambrosia
The food of the gods touches my lips
My tongue dances at the taste.
What heavenly messenger has
Brought this down to me with such haste?
A mere mortal enjoying, nay, savoring
Things not meant for the likes of man!
And I partake of it daily, I endulge,
As it is only fit that I take what I can.
For tomorrow this sweet thing may be gone
Forever out of my reach it will flee
And tears will streak my face
And nothing will console me.
But woe is that sad, sad day
When torn from my lips it be,
And Ramen no longer comforts my gut
And surely I will die ever so slowly.
I was inspired on Tuesday, February 04, 2003
