Breast filets—all I’m munching. . .steam-table buffet
chow is cooked and holds the heat this way.
Oh, I eat these chick breast filets.

Stuffingly I’m a repast fan who chews rudely;
there’s a shadow beneath my tummy.
Those breast filets are plumping me.

Thigh meat gnawed from bone,
spiked with Rhône. . .a good Gamay.
Rye bread’s much too strong,
oh so wrong for breast filets.

Breast filets: lunch, please keep that greasy game away.
Chow I eat should taste unfried; soufflé
ain’t my feed need. . .dig breast filets.

Thigh meat clawed from bone,
my nails honed and good to flay,
slice, shred—chitin’s strong,
oh so strong to breast-filet.

Crème brulée, to my feeding ways, a shame; parfait’s
chow I eat not once it’s spied, no way!
No, my feed speed’s big breast filets!

Stuffing spree: my repast élan is plumping me;
there’s a shadow beneath my tummy—
those breast filets, up pumping me.

Thigh meat gnawed from bone,
spiked with Rhône. . .a good ’jolais.
Rye bread’s much too wrong,
oh so strong for breast filets.

Breast filets: lunch, keep me from greasy game flambé.
Chow I eat should splay my sides; outré
is my feed need. . .pig fest: fill way!