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Let’s Talk About Mastication

It’s time to talk about

The pleasures of the flesh,

And our senses, touch and taste,

Can again be young and fresh.

I speak about excitement.

I speak of stimulation.

I speak about, of course,

The joy of mastication:

To place a bit of vibrancy

Inside one’s hungry maw

And caress it with the vigor

Of a gyrating human jaw.

I salivate for thinking

Of this thrice-daily delight,

For I masticate at morning

As well as noon and night.

And if I feel the hunger

Of my eternal human needs

I may masticate between meals

By enjoying my nuts and seeds.

And when I feel so lonely

And companionship I want

I go to town and masticate

At my choice of restaraunt.

Such exploits I do recommend,

For they are part of the human condition.

For those who are offended,

Go find mastication’s definition.

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I sat six hours in a car

To go and visit somewhere far.

It didn’t rain. It didn’t snow.

I just thought you ought to know.

  
(Not actually my dinner).

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But It’s Organic!

It had an extra leg, I think,

And several extra eyes.

I don’t know how it got into my drink.

Oh look at that… it flies!

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Sermon On The Scale

Blessed are the cheesemakers

Who turn milk into gold

By putting it in barrels

‘Til it’s really, really old

(And occasionally covered in mold).
Blessed are the coffee roasters

Who make heaven out of beans.

They harvest the energy of life

Among the coffee greens.

(To top it off, their uniform is partially blue jeans).
Blessed are the chocolatiers

Who shape, box, and decant.

For them my praise has no end,

And neither does my rant.

(Their uniform also includes a form of denim pant).
Blessed are the ice cream men,

And ice cream women too.

They make a food that’s wonderful,

And you don’t even have to chew!

(It seems that most good things in life come from the things that moo).
Blessed are the liposuctionists

Who make the other four

A possibility, and let

Me eat enough for four.

(And now my sermon is complete. No go and eat some more). 

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Lone Survivor

I was driven this afternoon

To Lazy Susan isle

Where I hoped my friends and I

Could make our masters smile.

Alas, on our arrival

Our happy plan went wrong.

Our masters ate poor Jell-o,

And our fair Hostess, Ding-Dong.

I heard the screams of ice cream,

And the dying shrieks of cake.

I heard the moans of lady fingers

(Though I think those were fake).

How I survived I do not now,

But I’m alive to sing this ballad

Of the Lazy Susan massacre.

Yours truly,

Kale Salad

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What’s for Breakfast?

Today is the Ides of March,

When Caeser was made invalid.

We celebrate with leftover pie,

Orange Julius, and Caeser salad. 

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Were I A Tiger

Were I a tiger in a cage

I think I would be filled with rage,

And when the humans gave me food

I’d return it, halfway chewed.

The human doctors would have a hunch

Why I refused to eat my lunch,

And they would come inside my pen,

And I’d enjoy the meat of men.

Were I a tiger, I’d be happy, yet

I’m not a tiger; I’m a vet.

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Wizard Chow

Bacon-and-egg-flavored cereal
And a glass of milk-flavored water.
That’s the last time I have breakfast
With a tipsy Harry Potter.

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An Ode to Breakfast-All-Day

Consider ye the pancake,
Round and fluffy white
Whose presence dost command ye
Not to tarry, but to bite.

Consider ye the bacon
And the eggs and sausage too,
Who existed once as animal parts,
But now only to please you.

Consider ye the cereals,
A meal which is pourable
And whose very presence
Makes prepared food deplorable.

Finish your consideration
With a piece of toasted bread
Which equals any man or lady
In its worthiness to wed.

And so with all these options
It is time that we get real:
For what purpose exists
To eat any other meal?

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Big Reggie’s Last Stand

I’ve finished the sweeping,
The mopping, the shining,
For those who arrive
For our casual dining.

I’ve whipped up the chicken,
The fruits and the veggies,
Prepared to serve unto
The clientele of “Big Reggie’s.”

I’ve washed all the napkins,
Plates, forks, and knives
For those who, by eating,
Will lengthen their lives.

I’ve waited all day
Since the first whiff of dawn,
Yet no one will eat
At the box on my lawn.

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