The neighbourhood women
AND TO MY FRIEND FROM KINCORA
Split Peas from Anika,
Roast Beef from Lynn
Pork hocks from Zea
As I grow thin.
Of course, I am kidding!
The opposing is true...
I now have problem
Seeing my shoe!
I eat and drink
To please the makers
The splitter of peas
The bakers and shakers.
I eat til my centre is
Turning “robust”
It’s not that I want
It is that I must.
How can one say NO
To a KINDLY gesture
When getting on
And strolling the pasture?
Food prepared
By a giver of care
Is so superior to common fare.
At this point, it comes
That welcome thought
That ROUND SHAPES are loved by all!
So, for watching my stomach,
There is really no call!
„ AHEM ...AHEM !“
I hear my sweet letter „M“
We should not forget
The dozens of books
That I’ve read!
They all say ...
They all say the same :
„Indulging in food is a dangerous game!“
There is something much worse
Than reading SMUT
It‘s that dark and dangerous
LEAKY GUT.
It‘s easy to get
When a man can‘t say NO
To an invitation
Because he is now
a
Party sensation
That is how they pass on,
The old geezers from Sooke,
With bloated bellies
But a Satisfied Look!
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