The Epicure

The Epicure


A sip of this – a sip of that,

A tongue, so delicate to please,

Once tried to reach Eternity

It’s pleasures to perceive.


But once the road was taken,

Through spoon and knife and fork,

It’s belly became extended

Like a walking, grunting pork!


So when you tempt to waddle

Round a table sure to please,

Just remember that your middle

May expand itself past ease!


Copyright 2005 Jim Ivy

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