Cabbage Cabbage Cabbage

Cabbage cabbage cabbage it seems to have become a habit Whenever I go for a meal At someone's house They must think that I'm a rabbit.! I sure hate the stuff It takes ages to chew And like eating carpet It's tough.. Then they ask ''is everything alright'' As I'm holding my bum cheeks tight To hide my embarrassment Shoving so much cabbage Down someone's throat Should be classed as harassment And an't no joke.. When no one's looking I shove it down my pants That leaves a stain Hard to explain. Eating cabbage is such a choir Unless your a rabbit Just as you can't take no more They give you more And I force a smile. You leave with sore gums Sore bum You ignore each invite when they come Or make an excuse At last I can let the methane loose.. perhaps my girlfriends mothers didn't like me after all. Peter Dome. Copyright. 2017.