So to get your cweative juices flowin’, lemme tempt yowr tastebuds with a little ditty Bly wrote about a fruit, with a pitty! Dis powm is written in da style of a Nonet - a nine line poem dat usually has a descending syllable count, starting from 9. Fank yew.

The Staccato Avocado

by Tiny Chef
(translated by mish ally)

Avocados make Guacamole (9)

Their buttery halves are ripened (8)

Cilantro and lime, divine (7)

Now mash them together (6)

Don’t forget the spice (5)

And then you dip (4)

With a chip (3)

And taste, (2)

Yum. (1)