Writing for the discipline,
To ensure I make at least one thing,
To ensure I tackle tactics of creative sort,
Writing so my mind is taught,
To think along these different lines,
To think upon my gifted humanity sublime.

Spicy rice,
Is peppered with conversation,
And sits sizzling in the wok,
Piled up and content,
Plump with flavour to aid discussion,
As tired prawns sit warm - marinating in spiced grains,
Chicken and chorizo ooze flavour beside.