Swivel twist with a flick of the wrist
Elbows inching in boiling hot crisp
Bombarding booms that knock over brooms
Vanilla pie, lathered white whip that makes tongues drip
Glossy china soil and soak
Just like old country folk
Deep inside the bumbling foamy sink
Taps of feet in a blink
Boom, click, bang, wham!
Nothing’s the same when you try the lamb
Exhilarating whiffs of crisp mouth watering food
Letting your nostrils slip in the mood
Sizzling patties on the grill
Smoking smothering for the thrill
High above plates tall and askew
The main dish – waiting till’ tim buck two
Climbing and scuttling to the top
The saucers slant from side to side
Till finally – pop!
There goes the cake round and flat
Just like that in a splat!
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