Found Art Tuesday: Favorite

Lately the Granola Poet has been about as elusive as a two-tone green leprechaun hat in a box of Lucky Charms. I apologize, but there is a perfectly good explanation for my absence. Unfortunately, it's not a particularly poetic explanation, so let's move on...

I now and then crave a well-aged gorgonzola
Hand fed to me in my private gondola
            While a hand-cranked Victrola
            Plays a piece for viola
It's nearly as nice as a bowl o' granola