Big T

BIG T LOVES HIS FOOD
ONCE IT’S EDIBLE..IT’S ALL GOOD
WE HOPE HE EATS NOTHING ELSE
BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY..HE’S OUT TO PLEASE HIMSELF

BISCUITS, ROLLS, SWEETS, ANYTHING CAN BE A TREAT
EGGS TWO AT A TIME, SAUSAGES, BACON..ANY MEAT

NICELY DONE AND HEAPED UP HIGH, WITH JUST A LITTLE MORE SALT
WE HOPE SOON THAT IT’LL BE HIS DECISION TO CALL A HALT.

poem by Brian Roy Skyers
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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