I don’t want to appear bitchy,
I fear I seem to be quite rude.
It’s just that I’m here starving,
And Mom won’t share her food.
Mom is a diabetic,
She’s very careful what she eats,
So, I just help her control portions,
By consuming any vegetables or meats.
She screams that she’s not sharing.
“This food is just for me!”
Hey, calm your britches, lady.
Try some vodka in your tea.
Mom gave me some dog biscuits,
It’s the only snack I’ve had.
I hate to sound ungrateful,
But I can get those things from Dad.
(Cough up the meat, lady.)
I’ll need a wee distraction,
Perhaps a knock upon the door.
Then, I slightly bump the table,
And the pepperoni’s on the floor.
I’ve never seen her face that color.
It’s not like I ate it all.
I just saved you some carbohydrates,
And the rest is down the hall.
(If you can find it.)
I finally filled my belly,
I think I’ll take a nap.
But first, I’m going outside,
So I can take a … walk.
My Doctor said “Your weight’s too high!”
He said, “Less food – more exercise!”
I said, “So, that’s it, I’m going to die.”
If you want to have some rice,
Just puke on Mommy’s shoes.
It doesn’t always work,
But what do you have to lose?
I may have smoked a little weed,
And then, I had that certain need.
A craving, that we all remember well.
My kitchen had lots of stuff I was saving
But nothing there could kill the craving.
All I had was sugar and some cheese.
Pastry sheets were in the freezer,
I pulled them apart with my tweezers.
I mixed up the sugar and the cheese.
(I started giggling.)
I fried the sheets ’til they were brown.
I found a tube to wrap them around.
(It holds my toilet tissue, so it’s cool.)
I filled the little tubes with the mix,
Of the sugar and the cheese I’d fixed.
I wished I had some chocolate sauce around.
Wait a minute! Holy Moley!
Italian little tubes are called “cannoli”.
So, this stupid craving-killer has a name.
(I was really giggling, now.)
It was really tasty good!
I should sell these in my neighborhood!
As long as my neighbors all smoke weed.
My nose is running.
Like I’ve been sunning.
Cannot be beat.
The “medium” heat.