Hard as a Rock Cafe

See anything on the menu you might like
to sink your teeth into?
A nice, sweet tart, perhaps?
Something to indulge an
Oedipal appetite?
We've got the Rorschach special...
if you see it, we'll make it.
What's the matter?
Pussy cat got you tongue-tied
as your eyes travel along that
Freudian slit once that bottoms up,
bend over at the waist, reminds
you it's almost lunch time?
Salivating like a starved Pavlov dog
to the sounds of the ravenous
growling in the lower belly
with the presentation of that
tempting dessert cart?
Looks to me like all you need
are a couple of scoops of ice cream,
hot, fudge, and whipped cream and
I could be eating a banana split...
are those nuts in your pocket
or are you just happy?
Everybody needs to eat
and there's a balanced meal
right in front of you.
Succulent, warm, juicy,
young, tender meat...
sizzling hot and ready to
be eaten.
And you're looking hungry