Picnibus!?

I've spelunked through the iris of the Mona Lisa's eyelids

For an echo of the anecdote Da Vinci told for smiling

I hypothesized a ratio for jam glazed icing to preserve

The sweet taste of this recipe I'm trying for this outing



My associates procure a trip routing. I want

Ansel Adams ambiance, not rampant overcrowding



But to dampen on the day at hand, the nimbus over clouding

Skim the works of Robert Browning, thought maybe God was frowning



I chip some crushed ice with the pick that probed Trotsky

Play a pickup game of tonsil hockey in my iced coffee



Now, lunch goes properly and it's time to try the product

I ginsu a slice deep as Rockefeller's wallet pocket

Whipped cream dollops. Yes, I channel Jackson

Pollack in the manner of my people. Hands on

Unpolished on my culinary knowledge



But, I felt that you'd see promise

And focus on what matters

Cause on the subject of what matters

You got essays and dossiers

You're Antoine Lavoisier



But not today

You tuck away one bite before your gums flap

Throwing shade enough to set the sun back, like

"None of that."



So you can't stand my cobbler

Leave me in the lurch, now I'm Frankenstein's Monster

Leave me in the dust, but I'm used to being grounded

Used to being the dog being hounded



So perhaps I overmade it. Set the Kenmore to preheat and

Didn't quite account for my own chakra emanations

Vibrating. Microwaving, burning crust beyond the saving

That caramelized trans fat drained during baking



I am nothing if not my flaws accumulations

Suffered worse humiliation at the hands of sharper captors

My rolodex of cooking days has seen much darker chapters

I'm the last words of Voltaire, told through method actors



And this pastry?

I factor in the overall equation of a

Long term process operation

Picnibus



So you lack intestine line strength to stomach how I grow!?

Well, then I'm better off with Estragon, waiting for Godot

Bro, food science states that

Only tension kneads the dough

And I'd rather not get raw

Though it stays a

Stone's throw away

From this enclosed grove

Where we choose to spend our leisure

I'd stop going to picnics, but I'm not getting any lazier

Though, Yellowstone's only hours drive away from Glacier

And I'd be there in a day, sure. That'd be Occam's Razor



But that shit's not apparent to neutrinos in my nature

Not today, sir