Oh, what a pleasant thing it is to chew,
Especially while I ruminate to write,
As I am doing now as I construe,
Nibbling on my pen-cap for insight.
I also have a sandwich by my chair
And slivers of an apple neatly cut
So while I’m cogitating, I’ll reach there
For something to gnaw on till I find what
Will best extenuate my line of thought
And lead me to my aptest ending place,
Discovering what it was that I had sought:
A tasteful tidbit made with style and grace,
Which I’ll now leave for you to ponder on it,
Sinking your teeth into this tasty sonnet.