An Ode to Poke

Oh, you ripe and succulent treat,
You tasty piece of seafood meat,
Of texture soft and flavour sweet,
Oh, how I long for thee to eat, poke.

On rice, on bed of lettuce, alone,
With nary a worry of swallowed bone,
Too long I’d lived not having known
This famous dish, Hawaii’s own, poke.

Topped with sesame and sauce divine,
The taste is heavenly as if stars align;
Why would I on any other foodstuff dine?
Forever and ever, oh, won’t you be mine, poke.