The cold steel blade jabs hard, the skin;
The juices leak from deep within,
Surging hot, like fresh-drawn blood!
You shove the knife down to the wood.
Deep-red slabs flop on the plate;
Two bread slices “emanate”!
Blobs of mayo smack them hard—
It’s no time now to fear the “lard”
Piling thick upon the waist!
There’s only time to smear, in haste,
The waiting mayo on the bread.
Blithely cast aside the dread
Of increased weight from eating well
That mayo, while drooling swell
The juices running down your chin,
And then consume it, yet again!
