Woe, eight and eight are boring times to eat.
Why not add meals at two and six and three?
Why not add meals at one and four and five?
Why not a dozen meals to fill the time?
FarmWife, thou sayest I am rather plump.
Thou sayest two scant flakes shall fill me up.
Would thou not part with something sweet and light?
A sugar cookie, or Turkish delight?
Perhaps a veggie platter would suffice?
Some nori rolls (no fish) with sticky rice?
Thou sayest that my diet is quite rich:
That water, salt, and hay will feed my flesh.
Thou sayest that my mini-mule would pop
If ever she and I were fed non-stop.
I say, "pish posh! Why live, if not to eat?"
I say, "please lay a feast here at my feet."
Thou sayest, "thou art well, though rather plump."
I say, "I'd rather grow than shrivel up."
Thou sayest, "watch thy hock and spare it pain!"
I say, "What hock? It's fine. Gimme that grain."