MealSetting

"How to Eat a Poem"

Don't be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice 
   that may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.

You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
or plate or napkin or tablecloth.

For there is no core
or stem
or rind
or pit
or seed
or skin
to throw away.

			by Eve Merriam

	Dunning, S., Lueders, E., Smith, H. (1996). Reflections
on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle...And Other Modern Verse. 
NJ: Scott, Foresman and Company, p. 15.