I love thee with a box of lovely mushrooms,
With enough bottles of soju to spell out doom,
With coloured rice cakes that look like lace.
I love thee with an entire pig's foot,
With cans of spam, tuna, and olive oil.
I love thee fishily, dried and ready to boil;
I love thee fruitily, kiwis wrapped and in a box put.
I love thee with soaps to put to use
In boxes of seaweed, and roots of ginsing.
I love thee with meat, the cut hard to choose
With beef and pork, --- all the protein makes my heart ring,
Smiles, tears, of all my kiwis! --- and, melon dews,
I shall love thee better after eating everything.