Friday 14 January 2011

Belly

Nurtured over Christmas,
watered and fed,
my belly's growing larger,
than the eyes in my head.

I devoured my hunger
like a salivating hound,
satiating the ache
for the sake of this mound.

Chocolates and Haribo,
little Santa treats,
a stocking that burst
with sticky calories.

Lay me down flat
on the coroner's slab,
wrap me with bacon
and slap me with fat.

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