What form of poem will a marvelous indoor, in the office picnic inspire?

Lunch poems? How can one not think of Frank O'Hara. Ok, besides?

Perhaps, we need to know what was had for lunch? Well, Mt Tam cheese, marinated green olives (fresh lemon thyme, bay leave, lemon rind), sliced tomatoes, strawberries, slided avocado, pecans, baguette. Of course, the cheese was room temperature and precisely ripe. Waiting does that to so many things.

Back to the future poem. I suggest it might include a recipe.