Oh meatball,

how you disappoint

those who think you are meat!

How could you deceive such

innocent youth who await your savior?

No instead they find green slime

inside, reveal pieces that are not red meat.

The ooze drips in slow motion

mimicking drips of maple syrup.

Your outside, meatball, is too dark.

Six on a plate imitates charcoal for fires.

I bet you would work well for a fire.


As you get pushed to the side, oh meatball,

how do you feel uneaten on the plate.

But you are a trickster aren’t you

holding fast to the fork when almost tossed,

your unsuspecting victim panic’s.

Forced to stuff such vile creation in their mouth.

How indigestible you are,

prey keeps mouth shut in struggle

not daring to swallow.