My Lunch...

I see you standing, behind the shelf, the shelf on the freezer...

I order you, you to come to me, I unwrap you, your a sight to see. I take a sniff, you smell so ripe! I wait no longer, I take a bite.

You taste so juicy, so juicy indeed, I lick my lips, I bite to the seed.

I finish you up, I rub my belly, I will name this ripe red apple, her name is Kelly.

Seven hours later, I wake up in a daze, My love for my apple, My ripe red Kelly, here she sits, digesting in my belly,

I run to the God, The porcelain God indeed, it saves my life, right after I feed. I undo my button, as I sit on his seat, I have a feeling, this feeling is neat! I'm a race car driver, with petals at my feet!

This rug in front of me is lumpy, lumpy indeed, I start my engine, I gain speed!

I race away, with my exhaust pipe roaring! I smell a smell, this smell is unpleasant, I plug my nose...

I force my stomach, my stomach I force. I make a noise, A noise like a horse! I push and I push, until i can push no more, my exhaust pipe roars, until it can roar no more,

I am empty, empty indeed, I eat an orange, even the seed, I have gas in me now...

With one last push, I am relieved, I look in my seat, I think what I see is worth it, worth it indeed, after i pushed and screamed, roared and heaved, I see my Kelly, My ripe red Kelly, looking at me, sitting so calm, so calmly indeed,

I flick my window wiper, I strike the toilet paper roll, the roll i punch, I wish you farewell, My Darling lunch!

-Keith MacKay

ThrashingNbashing@hotmail.com

-=O.K - I know the poem didn't really rhyme... It didn't rhyme because I was just trying to be funny... Anyways, This poem is about a guy who ate an apple, named it, fell in love with it, digested it, and then... you know - pooped it out! - I hope you liked it as I did work hard on it and tried to make it rhyme... TRIED - Not succeeded :) =-

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