Your irresistible curves

round
and bound
by muscle
veins
and nerves
I am drawn
to the sight
of your irresistible curves

and so are all
the droolers
secret admirers
and unintentional perves

Like this:

Eggs dancing

rhythmically
jiving
to increasing heat
my eggs dance around
in boiling water
without legs
nor cold feet

Here lies

here lies
a liar
whom one
must admire
as he did it
for the greater good
when he told
the rapacious rotund
he could live on
without food

Coffee?

Kindred spirits

we are kind
red spirits
we are wine

you can drink us
and feel mighty fine

I see something in your eyes

I see
something
in your eyes
the longing
for me
and greasy fries

I see
something
in your eyes
your pupils
and thighs enlarge
devouring pies

Morning phlegm

gooey
sticky
chunky
coughed up
slimy
blobs
of green

swallowed
breakfast
starter
yummy
protein
for my
tummy

Do not rattle my cage

“pet me little one,
but do not rattle my cage”
said the lion at the zoo

or I may eat you up
and turn you
into poo

Pancakes on a Sunday morning

homemade
flower
milk
and eggs
mixed
for power
hair
messy
Missy
she will devour
a few
every Sunday morning
at any given hour

A feeder’s dielemma

I dread
the day you die
as I cannot live
without you Lulu
the thought
just makes me cry

I dread
the way you die
I don’t want
to see you suffer
you deserve
another pie

Asparagus pee

I smell
something funny
I smell
something strong
and keep wondering
what could be the odd pong

could it be booze
could it be garlic
Oh piss,
it’s asparagus pee

I stick my neck out

I stick
my neck out
for you
said the giraffe
to the mouse

but I can’t see
no cheese
no skirting board
and I don’t see
no house

In Salford we can meet

by the canals
we can greet
we shall kiss
on the street
we can eat
something sweet
you can pick
a wobbly seat

in Salford
we can meet

I’ll pay
it’s my treat

Eggcited

I am elated
and so delighted

I can hide eggs
for my offspring

in the rain
I am

thoroughly eggcited

The proof

the proof
of the pudding
is in eating
the proof

I’m toast

“You burned my ass”
said the slice of bread
to its ravenous consumer

but you can butter me up
and devour me whole
as I like your dark sense of humor…

Food

you smell so good nice,
you taste so fine;
you make me feel so good

I simply cannot live without you;
I’d die without you
food

Cotton candy

cotton candy
cotton candy
when I see you
I feel mighty dandy

you’re colorful
and bright
I dream of you
day and night

cotton candy
you’re so sweet
it is you
I want to eat

Hot lips