No filet for me today
cows are tough and chewy
Or a fish, on my dish
they are stinky phewy

Not a ham, or a lamb
they are dirty wooly
Don't you dredge, up a veg
they don't fill me fully

And I am, tired of spam
fried or otherwise
Canned potatoes or tomatoes
I equally despise

The confetti of Spahgetti
needs too long a slurp
And it's clear, that Root Beer
always makes me burp

I know it's cute, to eat fruit
for the healthy juice
It isn't neat, the way I eat
I'd call it self abuse

It's likely that you noticed
I'm not very fat
My backbone has replaced
where my tummy's at
My cheekbones point outwardly
my skin is drawn and tight
If my eyes were big and red
I'd be a bright stop light
I passed for skinny pounds ago
I'm lighter than the air
If my bones disappeared
I'd be a pile of hair

So if you are a cookin
I don't care what you're carvin
'cause I doubt you'll satisfy
The finicky Starvin Marvin