i can romantcize cheezburger?

my husband and i were laying in bed the other night, when he commented on how i spontaneously come up with little ditties to sing to our 4 month old.

"you should be a lyricist," he said. "i like that bumblebee song." 

"i'm not that good, i prefer writing haikus. it's easy poetry," i said.

"i bet you are better than you think. Quick," he said, "come up with a poem about a cheeseburger."

hmm, i wasn't sure where to begin. i thought of the items that comprise a typical cheeseburger. melted cheese, bread, pickles...

"Okay, here goes..."

hot succulent meat 

dripping with juice

warm and salty on my tongue

want you inside me

"Woah there," he said, "that's not a poem about a cheeseburger. that's gay porn!"

i think i'll just stick to haikus :/