If tattoos are a story, then this poem’s too short. And if you think mods are gory… “They’re excellent!” I retort.
Times under the sea, despite Sebastian’s song, seem difficult to me, as they were 6 months long.
I’ve tasted your food, and had more of your food. Taking too much might be rude. So I’ll gladly be rude.
Delicious, scrumptious, excellent, more! Delectable, succulent, nom nom nom, more! Have you tried that cheese? How about THAT cheese? Big cubes of bacon, juicy drippy chicken? Yes, please.
I guess what I’m saying is you’re an excellent chef. And if you fed me all day, I’d eat to the death.