Shaina’s Ham (poem, anecdote)
Moist, succulent, dripping, and hot.
The roast basted and bubbling.
Ham sizzled open on the pot.
Salivating mouth droplets doubling.
Pink chunks fell from the knife,
a spoon could have served just as well…
Never had I been so eager in my life
to taste what I now retell:
Salty, tangy, crunchy, munchy.
It’s texture was of a sponge lost in heaven, I had one piece, I also had seven.