The Food Of Love
What would you like for supper,
Some steak, with chips and peas,
Maybe, a nice brewed cuppa,
Or me, with lips that please.
Food For Thought
Is it really so depraving
I like to eat a lot?
The thought of food I’m craving
Just ties me in a knot
O Food, your glory is so great,
Strength of limbs you generate.
It should be of our own choice,
Yuck! Gross! I won't eat that
This food looks like a run over rat
It's green and gross, kind of icky,
It smells like a sewer and is really sticky
Food In Travel
IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind,
No longer would they serve my life to gild.
The will of destiny must be fulfilid,--
This knowing, I withdrew with sadden'd mind.
Y... Food For The Soul
Food for the body
I know of men, who do not have enough,
Lacking food and drink, their life is rough
The Angel Food Dogs
Leaping, leaping, leaping,
down line by line,
growling at the cadavers,
filling the holy jugs with their piss,
'Beauty was made from her eyes.
Soon they move, I fly into the skies.
Your charming eyes are my light.
When truely at night I lose my sight.