BELLY SIZED EYES.

I feel as full as a bull
Who ate a toad whole,
And a complete Dover sole
With it’s suit on.
There was a jack in the box,
A medium rare fox,
And a horse with its socks
And it’s boots on.

The bits on the inside,
The bones and the hide;
Expressions freeze dried
For tomorrow.
The creatures it knew,
And the cultures they grew,
And the secretions produced
From their horror.

The composite was sour,
But, such was the hour,
It was devoured
Without condiments.
And after two I was sated,
Whilst its creators waited
For any belated
Comments.

But as I initially said,
From my toes to my head,
I’m as stuffed as the dead
In the morgue.
And my stomach and chest
Are not up to the test,
And unable to digest
What I’ve gorged.

So forgive me good sirs,
But I hope you refer,
All the things you’ve observed
From my greed:
That this old demagogue,
Like a dick licking dog,
Has had more of the log
Than he needs.