Somewhere in the past of here and now
we started dining on the cow
and now they want us all to stop
but they can’t figure out just how.
There first attack the realm of coin
demands that you call it Sir Loin
for he is served with wine, a toast
unlike the lower caste Rump Roast
The ribs have found a changing niche
from barbecue to nouveau riche
and pity those way too high strung
to savor the juicy silent tongue.
Note all the words of sated praise
from those who’ve dined on rare fillet
and curse all those who let it stay
upon the fire turning gray.
No burgers, cheese, a side of fries
I promise we won’t “Super Size”
No more drooling finger lickin’
Let’ just cut out eatin’ chik’n.
Perhaps the price is way too steep
Perhaps, lets just stop eating sheep.
John G. Lawless
©7/25/2022
My women's a rump-roast
Potatoes her thighs
Ripe reddened carrots
for thinly sliced eyes
Onions for folly
that lobes ring on high
Radishes hatched up
for lovers to eye
Thin flowing gravy
for sexual roll
Brown oily colors
as taken for soul
Thoughts for a woman
as something to know
When crawling to get one
as Chef on the go
onion booty delight
i love staring at the art of it all
you may look at me as the typical male
well i cannot help myself when i stop, look and wonder....wonder, look, and stop
then i look at her
those eyes shooting daggers through me like an aggressive type of acupuncture
i try to flirt with her, but today it will not work
then i watch her walk....MY GOSH!!!!! WHAT A RUMP ROAST!!!!!
tonight i will get no sleep
my smile is IMMEDIATE!!!!!
at times i like her that way
apple booty delight
i love admiring the art of it all
you may look at me as the typical male
well i cannot help myself if i wonder, look, and stop....stop, look, and wonder
then i look at her
that head just starts shaking while she is throwing something at me at the same time
i try to laugh it off, but that look on her face is like a stop sign that is very mandatory
then i watch her strut with a bit of an extra kick....MY GOSH!!!!! WHAT A BREATHTAKING BOONKUM!!!!!
she straddles me like a scowling viewblocker
my smile is IMMEDIATE!!!!!
she puts it on me like a claim on gold when her emotions are mixed with jealous and mad
Outer room perfectly clean
Stone wall
Four squared ancient glass
This old floor without even a spot
I open a wooden gate
Walk through a high arched door
Tools fastened to a wall
Knives, cleavers and a saw
A single glove made of chain
Sheets layed out on the floor
Large hooks hanging from the ceiling
They look like they have been polished
No evidence of blood remains
Still I can smell it in the air
I hear the click of the door handle behind me
Startled I quickly turn
Greeted with a toothless smile
Droopy eyes
Bob the Butcher asks
"Would you like more rump Roast Rick?"
For Seren's What Lurks Within contest.
Place your rump roast in deep pan,
add cream of mushrooms, beef broth,
potatoes, carrots;
cook on medium
for four hours
done!
I want a big-small girl!
I want to reach out and touch someone,
but don't want just skin and bones.
I would like a fine, firm rump roast to call my own.
Not too jiggly or porous,
but big enough
for me to grab huge handfuls
with my little hands.
I want a big rump roast
to heat up with my burning desire.
Some nice chunky cheeks
to light my fire.
A large, strong woman
who will knead my body like dough.
Slap me around,
before sitting on me,
squishing me flat
like a big rolling pin.
After making love,
I want to feel bruised and bent,
crushed beneath a weight
that is heaven-sent.
I don't want just skin and bones,
I want a big rump roast to grab hold of,
want a big rump to hump
and call my very own.