It’s hard to stick to ideals when my stomach yearns for more meals
If you know me well enough, then you know when I’ve had enough
I announce it quite frequently
No I don’t live too subserviently
It used to be the case when, in my household, sharing your compliments to the chef wasn’t taken as respect
Then over time, as I’d often rhyme, I’d release and unleash the ridiculous eruption
No, I promise I mean no harm, no disrespect; in fact, I’m impressed
Impressed by the chef’s ability to re-instill in me the love for the home-cooked,
The special delivery,
The high end, and low end,
The proper and the informal.
Why do you think I’m rather vocal about letting you know?
And everyone knows,
Size does not matter.
For the endless pit that fits the most outrageous amounts, the most copious amounts,
Of tantalizing morsels and succulent cuts of meat
And steamed, sautéed, blanched, grilled and baked vegetables, paired with double or triple the amount of carbohydrates
Yes – I may be a little rude when my belches intrude, but maybe that means I just love all my food.