MOUTH AND STOMACH TALK

So called Chef How much time do I have left? The mouth was waiting for food to eat The eyes said it had to retreat No one knew what was cooked All one had to do was take a look The mouth wanted a food taste, the stomach wanted to take away This was the stomach’s getaway The mouth seriously wanted to try The stomach said, “Do you want to die”? The Chef cooked a full course meal The eyes saw and said, “Is this Chef for real”? The stomach formed its own seal The mouth said the food couldn’t be that bad Want a bet? The meat was tough The Vegetables were fresh The thought of the matter was don’t eat Running out of excuses, but didn’t want to insult the Chef There were no excuses left Suddenly an outburst, let me go and get a friend Pepto Bismol to the rescue and relief at the end.