Is this a poem?
I often wonder.
Related statements,
on one line
and another,
does that, fundamentally,
a poem make?

I take my time,
I think of a rhyme
I post it here
and drink a beer.

It rhymes, it scans,
but, really, it has no plans.
Where will it all end,
and am I completely
around the bend?

Will my words,
my silly words,
rend the reader
to think they're turds?

The words, that is,
not the reader...
Are my words,
just silly turds?

And shall I eat
lemon curds?
Lemon curds and cookies,
oh my!

That, and bacon
and sausages,
cookies and cheese
and grapes and apples,

it sounds delish,
truly a lovely dish.
now please
may I have some raw fish?

Oh sushi, oh sushi,
eating you, would be
mighty cushy
and won't put fat
on my cute little tushy.

This last stanza,
sums up this bonanza
and now I want
a great big banana.