eating out
You can best do things with pleasure
you would otherwise do with pleasure.
If there wasn’t a mealtime in between!
Earlier, the meal’s never been spoken of as a matter.
A ticklish matter?
But ever since the children!
And they really eat nothing of what we find they must eat.
And all that grown-up crap, they just laugh at it.
Courgettes, no way! Or aubergines, it couldn’t be battier.
‘Son cuts face out of turnip’
(A tongue stuck through it, his tongue, and up to that point the meal was clearly ruined)
But try and get the small lambs into bed on an empty stomach, they bleat.
One of them’s threateningly invested his guilders in ‘The Bear-bite’, there stomach lining’s deepfried.
That’s OK by me, what sort of a person am I?
Just do me one with mayonnaise.
Yes, chips with mayonnaise!
For the other one too.
Yes, with!
Yes, with with with with with!
