The following work has been lovingly archived under, “Genius Art Before Their Time,” a pre-humous (we find post-humous too trendy) archive dedicated to appreciating divine poetry as we see it. Written by MasterChef title-holder Bobby Sleigh, this reindeer artist is known to “sleigh” the day. We find that the parenthesis in the poem adds a special flair. Please enjoy.
My name is Bobby and I Sleigh
I work my fluffy butt off everyday (That’s a rhyme)
When I get to cookin’
My foes are RIP–in’ (Ay, another rhyme, I can make a sonnet)
My culinary genius saves the day
But not everyone appreciates the Sleigh (tragic)
I slap some ingredients down onto the table
My art so rich, it’s unpredictable
I don’t understand iambic pentameter
I wish someone would explain poetry to me-ter
I’m not out here trying to be the next Master Chef, I flay all the rest
To beat me is the ultimate test (Wait, is that copyrighted?)
I tire of writing genius poetry, I take a rest
Too bad for you, my cooking stays chicken abreast
