Poet´s creation.

I baked my vocabulary,
root words and meaty slangs.
haveya with it!
Yeah I grilled fresh slimey similies
until they could touch tartare-
Like you touch want and heave
for a better word.
I´ve boiled haiku´s with Miehle
And tossed city salad rhyme with filintine!
I´ve burned fine verse with Buhrs,
we´ve decided popular´s a curse.
I´ve had the chef´s Hatt on for words.
Cool, hot, holy and perverse!
I´ve fried wild stanzas in the mind of simon
In the next life it´ll be the same I´m the eternal rhymer.