This poem is especially for the husband of a cousin of mine. He is suffering from health problems and I hope this will cheer him up. He, of course, takes porridge for breakfast every day.
I am a fan of all things Oulipean and I have written my first acronymic poem:
For feminists this could be the sound of one hand clapping:
On Seeing a Lady’s Garter
Why blush, dear girl, pray tell me why?
You need not, I can prove it;
For though your garter met my eye,
My thoughts were far above it.