The Food Poem

Single Treasure

Simple Pleasure

Ode to Thee

Tis what you see

Or is it

You are what you eat?

Cookies, cakes, and ice cream waits

For a set of teeth to make it’s move

Swishing, swirling, and down the slide

Into the belly the food must hide.

Hot dogs, burgers with

Other mergers

More than that

It turns to fat.

Hundreds of pounds

In your epidermis

You have become a

Walking thermos

Don’t think of diet

For once you try it

Less than a week

You’ll be saying

“When do we eat?’

© Robert Penner