riddle#9 What is Poetry?

Buttercup Close-up

It’s the buttercup petals licking their lips;
The licorice candy and lemonade sips.

THE INTIMATE FLAVOR OF MEN IN MY LIFE

Don is bread pudding
Fluffy and warm;
Molds to the box,
But crispy when worn.

Gino’s like pizza,
Exotic and fresh;
Take him to picnics
In Bangladesh!

John is a popsicle
Frozen and trim;
Bite him in bits
His taste to win.

Bob’s like thick licorice
Black chewy bites;
Savor the flavor:
Calligraphy nights!

Dad’s antipasto,
Appetizer Man
Served with Manhattans
And olives in can.

Owen’s an orgy
Of Greek food and fare;
Of skewers and custards
And feta-s somewhere.

Wrap them all up,
Sprinkle caterers throughout;
An endless feast make:
Leave out sauerkraut!