A Minor Treatise on Food
Indians eat with their fingers
That’s why the smell of curry lingers
A gentleman who still eats pie
ought to be wearing bib and bow-tie
Looking at a Hostess Twinkie
my thoughts turn rather kinky
They say you are what you eat, Jake
I see you been eatin’ fruitcake
Mom’s cure for eating too much chocolate
Keep the pantry door shut
Side effect of using too much oil
Paper plates get soiled
Garbage in, Garbage out, Mr. Crustacean
Hope you don’t have constipation…
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