Oh food, how good you are
Without you I would not get far
I put you in my mouth
If I’m lucky you taste like a trout
You come from farm fields, filled with oats
With a mighty yawp you become the cheese of goats
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On top of tables, you sit
Surrounded by a family throwing a fit
What else could quell this nascent quarrel?
If not for a toasted, buttermilk waffle?
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To an animal you are a hunt to stalk
To a baseball player, reason to avoid a balk
Of all the things that you give
It’s these rhymes that help me live
Without you, what would I do?
Crawl down and get sued?
For my skinniness would be illegal
A facsimile of a malnourished beagle
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So, food I beg you to stick around.
Or I will be taken to the pound.
While round hounds tend to rebound
Noodle poodles are oodled for a ruble