The Last Bite
The menu’s placed in front of me
Each item looks like a delicacy
The promise of food makes me act so kindly
Yes, yes, yes, maybe, yes, ooooh! YES!
Now close the menu so I don’t second-guess
I order and await my feast
Licking my chops like some kind of beast
Ok, waiter, what’s up?, where’s the food?
I’m here for fowl, not a foul mood
You walk out with a plate! … but it’s for some other dude.
My anger flies out the window with the arrival of my plate
Don’t ever forget that food will always placate
The smells are wafting
Dig in and stop the small-talking
The first bite is delicious
The second bite is delicious
The third bite, the fourth bite, the fifth bite … delicious
Soon I take a deep breath to give myself a rest
I’m probably already full, but I still attack with a zest
A refill?, yes, please, my stomach skin needs a good stretching
While compliments to the chef, the waiter, the world – I’m singing
Ohh … ohhh no
Here we go
My fork-steering has gotten awfully slow
I’m full, I know it, why won’t I stop chewing?
Honestly I’m one bite away from moo-ing
Geez, it looks like I haven’t even made a dent!
This restaurant’s owner is some God-awful malcontent!
Do not pass go, do not collect 200 hundred dollars, go directly to stuffed and agitated
Just a short while ago I was upset because my hunger made me aggravated
And now I’m a balloon, a raft, a floaty – I’m inflated
But, I still need to take one last bite
My arm is moving, the food is coming at me, my body is angry at the sight
The teeniest, tiniest, it-won’t-make-a-difference sliver
The stomach just needs to expand a bit, so move aside liver
I hate food, I hate movement, I hate everything
The idea of eating out again is dizzying
And yet, the dessert menu is strangely tempting …