The Blatant Double Entendre
'Witter The Side That Feeds The Mind'
Written by: Wilfred Mellers
Saturday, August 9,2014
Understand me for I am not trying to be rude
But if you were a plate of cooked food, DAM!
Delighting in all you've got that quenches that certain spot
Hours drift into eternity for even existences I forgot
Consuming away the life's days nonstop
Overflowing to the brink of madness and I still take it over the top
Flavors exuberate to capacity to the last drop
A vixen's posterior makes my willingness can't even stop
Delicious delicacy of my deviant deliverance
Eyes wide open to a newfound experience
Portly stout as the man I became to substance eaten all night
For sensations worthy of preservation my sublime delight
I am the fool that turns to gluttony because I'm hungry
For your gourmet luncheonette, I'd sell myself into slavery
You are my favorite sandwich with, lettuce, tomato, and ketchup
A gracious dining experience toasted honey muffin with syrup
My exquisite brown candy-coated sugar lollipop
Strawberry shortcake and chocolate hot
Pecan pie entered now the juggernaut
Passages concealed now the minstrel unlocked
As the Roaster brings in the morning new
My stomach engorged with love of you
Fruits ripe succulently juices flow corners out of sight
As Ghetto prince J. J. Evens, from Good Times, would say 'DYNOMITE! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem