He pushes his hair out of his eyes and grins. I’ve got Ketchup smeared over my chin.
A noodle ran amok and painted a pretty picture on my face.
Lunch is the best time of the day, I’m like a lioness ready to pounce.
A juicy gazelle smothered in sauce, a side of nachos, dripping with honey-laced pulled pork,
Sits before me. I feel my mouth water.
I’ve come to the conclusion, and am willing to accept,
That I am (how shall I put it?) engaging in a steamy love affair,
Feed me and you’ll have me in your pocket.
Polly pocket pig rocket,
Exploding and oinking in oodles of pleasure and zesty grunts. Roll me in sour cream and let’s have ourselves a party.
Lunch and dinner may be the highlights of my day (is that sad?)…
Saucy noodles can use my face as a canvas for all I care,
And sticky doughnut sugar can brush against my lips and tease my tongue.
Cheese can slide down my throat, fatty and unforgiving,
Choke my arteries. (If I can’t see it then it mustn’t be true, right?)
I’ll dump shrimp carcasses, burger lettuce and pizza crusts in the bin,
But food will never dump me.