Spatchcock

Child born of afterthought,
all his efforts of endearment came to nought,
So sitting here, with egg and spoon,
Old age coming, death and soon...
Spatchcock, soul lost,
Lifeless glitter, no love in life
has left him bitter.

Eating is his only toy,
Grub his mentor, feed his joy,
snorts and snuffles as he dines,
the metallic chink of tooth and tine,
Big bite, bigger bite,
manic feed,
bolt down, gobble down,
twice that he needs.

Child born of grim mistake,
confusing love for another cake,
lived by the spoon and died by the fork,
choked on cheese,
and traced in chalk...