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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