Lemon Bars Poem by James Gibbons

I tried the lemon bars
my wife made from scratch
lovely 'luscious lemon bars
the first taste of heaven
hit my brain like a coke
snorter's high seen on TV.

Then the taste kicked in
like a Missouri mule
galloping down my swallow tube
like swans swimming
to the sea, and the substance,

Oh, the substance spreads
its sublime satisfaction
simply everywhere as

The season's first snow falling
on the outstretched tongues of
enchanted winter children.