Fried Asparagus

my friend told me to write a poem about fried asparagus, so I did.

Fried asparagus for dinner
Never makes me glad.
It's stringy and it's nasty
And it makes my pee smell bad.

I promise I won't like it,
I don't even want a taste.
No point in even trying
It will just go straight to waste.

Why can't we have burritos?
Or maybe just grilled cheese?
I'd rather have some ice cream
With some chocolate syrup, please.

I won't eat fried asparagus.
I think I'll go to bed.
I do not need to eat tonight,
I'd rather starve instead.