The Buffet (Valentine)

They say the major things on the minds of males Is food and women So I decided to be stereotypical And thought then... If I was to go to that restaurant - what would be my order? Start with some starry eyes, simply to appetize See my soul, through the lies Cooked up faster than french fries Much to the demise Of my meal - because I'd feel full Full of nothing but bull And I don't want no fast food All the mind I'm paying - she better be good. Since I'm being "typical guy" No need to ask why I'd need to add to the order two legs... thighs. Thick, juicy dark meat - marinated, I'm hoping Just one more request: That they be spread WIDE OPEN. Hey! I'm trying my best But when words are spoken Of "tender, supple breasts" "Big rump roasts" - and yet Most men aren't healthy by FDA standards, boss. But I'll skip the salad - I don't like nothing tossed. Off-topic, sorry... what else is on my plate More than just a meat platter - damn, that would be great. Someone who can decipher difference between potato and tomatoe No need for Chris[-tina] Hawking - not a female afficianado Plant the seeds left over, though Watch the mental beanstalk grow Let me be your Jack and climb your mind slow Open up your mind - lift up the window And let my air in As I breathe in the sweet aroma from within This delicacy in front of me; I feel it a sin You to be... ::sniff sniff:: Do I smell apple? Just imagine a restaurant of women - I would baffle At the thought - a woman is cherished, not bought Problem is nowadays The plentiful bouquet All different types of gourmet With all you bring to my pallet... You're my buffet.

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