Salivate

Surely this will come as no shock, But it makes me so happy When I think of your cooking, I just imagine it and I start to hum, Thinking of how it fills me with comfort. I smell your food and salivate, Wishing you cooked at a faster rate, I close my eyes as I must wait. I give my lips a smack and a lick, Fully impatient to eat your dish. Sometimes to go fast I help out too, Tossing the salad or grilling corn on the cob, I'm always happy to give you a hand. Job's always quicker with the help of a friend. The smells grow stronger And my hunger is woke. The closer we get to the end, The faster I stream around the kitchen, Eager to help you finish. My stomach grumbles and croaks, So loud, it sounds like a drum! I'm so excited to taste your cuisine. Finally, dinner is served, I lap it all up, it's almost all gone in a couple big gulps. But it's so delish, it's hard to stop! I clean up well and eat every last morsel of food. You smile as I lick my lips span and spick, You liked watching me enjoying your dish, You start to thank me, but I thank you instead, I say I look forward to giving you help By doing the dishes while you go to bed. Then I too will sleep as sound as a rock, And perhaps pleasantly dream, Recalling the taste of your cookery.