The Christmas Babe

Oh pink skinned babe, plump

as a fresh plucked chicken -

I could eat him.

Those cherub thighs, so sweetly pinchable.

Perfect in dimpled slumber - pigling dear,

as snuffling deep and kissable 

into the pillow of hey, 

recently suckled, feeling safe and warm

within his doting mother's love 

angelicly he waits.

Rub his tender skin with oil

and spices, keep him cool the night,

and in the morning secure him -

turn him gently over

flames until he's done, then serve him

rested with an apple in his mouth.

Take a knife and slice into that tender flesh -

Merry Christmas babe -

Good Health!