...humor or weird...?

 

Hungry am I,

The dogs food I do spy,

With all the vitamins it will keep me spry,

Would I, to you, ever lie…?



My soul was not expensive,

So don’t go on the offensive,

I sold it to eat a meal quite extensive,

All the herbs, spices and salts,

My getting from the meal hypertensive…

 

For this true example of a singular soul,

You can tell Santa will only leave me coal,

For too sell my sole to the devil for a filet,

Is nothing more or less than a trivial cliché,

What the hell do I herein talk about anyway…?

© ed ~ 8/4/06