A glutton for joy,
Her table is a feast of choices
Exotic herbals, cinnamon, saffron,
Crystalline carafes,
Flagons of honey and cream;
Her oven has been busy, bustling,
Warming voluptuous treats;
After we ladle strawberry delight
Onto our octopus tongues,
We scurry to our seats
Where she uncorks robust poems
She has hoarded umpteen years
From crannies of the internet
And toothsome books
She has gnawed on
Again and again and again;
We drool as her blissful voice rings
Truth and celebration,
Our pens bursting to lunge
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