Gluttony
When I have eaten so much food
my stomach just might burst,
and drunk a dozen beers beyond
the dictates of my thirst,
when I have eaten chicken, squab,
turkey, goose and sparrow,
when I have licked the platters clean
and sucked the bones of marrow,
when I am weak from having dined
and reeling from consumption,
I take a break from dinner but
I dream of its resumption
the minute that my stomach clears.
You see, I do love eating.
And anything worth doing once,
I say, is worth repeating.
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