Like any faithful hound
I scent dinnertime
From a country mile
Come bounding
Sit up
Devour my bowlful
Slaveringly
Slavishly
Eternally grateful
For a full five seconds
So
Why
Broccoli
Leaves me
Dyspeptically full
Green
Begging to get down
Is a mystery
Of the cosmos
I chew over
Endlessly
While Tim
Glowers
Over the rim
Of his no dessert
School ma’am
Glasses
Mimics
‘I’m full’
Like a whining
Whelp
Until
I skulk off
With the dishes
Tail between my legs
Sneak a
Wistful sniff
Of the cheese
And crackers
Leave seizing
For a furtive night time
Raid
Because
What garnishes
Wistful and crackers
If not
Fistful
And knackers
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