Comfort Food
Comfort food is a riddle,
Makes one soft in the middle
No matter how hard I try ,
When I smell food fry.
I drool a little spittle.
They say comfort food is in your head,
Unless you eat it in bed,
Then without any warning ,
You’ll wake in the morning,
With food in your sheets instead.
Some say they take ex-lax,
To help their bellies relax,
But if you do ,
Best head for the loo,
Before you leave some tracks.
So much for the comfort food story,
It’s obviously lacking in glory,
But if it succeeds,
In meeting your needs,
Let me burp it out .."I’m sorry".
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010
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