She will not touch Hamlet
Or try to understand Verlaine
But falls all over Fleurs du Mal
She flees Hanoi and Ho Chi Min
So she won't have to eat no more
Egg Fu Young or Wah Wonton
Her multi-pleated hunger
Invents gourmand ballets of verse
A Spring Roll of Lao Tzu & Tao
Birthing epicurean cantos
That convert her into an ogress
Savoring Beaudelaire for dessert
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