Chow

My fellow few, I have a tidbit to share.
I once came up with a plan that might not have had flair.
I invented a type of food
One that will be savored and chewed.
It looked like an ordinary bar of soap
But with a syrupy taste that could make you float.
It would taste like steak and eggs
Without oils and filling as beers in kegs.
You would taste fish all battered up,
Salmon, Perch, oysters without an after taste mashup.
Pies filled with strawberry and mulberry
Or blueberry or chocolate or double fudge brownie.
For those of you keeping a diet,
This might just keep your belly quiet.
Salads of lettuce is mighty fine
Which I still hoped would go to the waistline.
You could have one bar or two,
Better yet many more than few.
I showed my wife, herself a fleshy woman,
A lovely belly like an apron,
As a plan worthwhile;
She volunteered to add art for style.
My daughter so boney and frail,
She would need more meat to be less pale.
My son, my eldest brood,
Can offer his hands for cooking food.
We were going to be a new sensation when found.
Everyone will buy this from the world around.
We will cure hunger in heart beats
Along with savoring the meats.
We met our fame when it arrived
By the plan that I have contrived.
My darling wife created and painted
For our food bar of coated and battered
Crusts of sweet and whole pinches of bread
Flavored enough to keep more fed.
During production months, my son slaved away,
Wishing for when our meals would come.
My little darling became our taste tester
Along the way, becoming as her mother, a little fatter.
No doubt in my mind of this success
All because of our not so little princess.
Crowds lined up for the unveiling,
Taking these bars without much planning.
The taste was of many and promised
All very hardy and sweetest.
They planed their breakfast, lunch and dinners
All in a simple pack, no need for butchers or bakers
For healthy deals on meals
It all just took very little ordeals.
Soon, the masses had become massive,
Their desires far more than passive.
Craving more bars, stomachs feeling so empty
Despite that this was in their heads now very airy.
Not one could think of how and why they’ve gained so much weight
Diets and exercise alone could not reduce the few clinging
As they inflate.
Some in the public were quick to put the blame
Fueling in more and more flame.
Now how can you tell someone on this bar
That it had to be put to an end when they have gone so far.
It was too late for anyone who took quite a bit
Their clothes, their chairs far too unfit.
All along the mass hysteria of a little obesity,
We were lucky to have a few come to me.
Their compliments as sweet as what they put in their mouths
Despite how they barely saw their expansive boughts.
It was easy not to pass up these visits
As my lovely spouse prepared briskets and biscuits.
As you may have noticed, have seen now
To us, our own kind is also our chow.
This is meat that is so many, so profound
How unfortunate for them to become dumbfounded cows.
Found unlovely and smirched
Not even their loved ones would bother to search.
Would this make us truly mad, monsters of some dream,
Ungodly, unholy, very unmainstream,
To even see the same species as separate
Preferably doused in dressing or chocolate?
I have told you of my wife, this is not for the faint of heart
As big as she is, I could never depart.
We are all one ourselves,
No need to look for acceptance among yourselves.
Cause with the stuffed pages of time,
We all shield away many, many crimes.
You have your ways, and we have ours
If your laws were chars
Things will fall apart and fend off
The world and animals will quickly die-off.
Our laws will make sure we get our fill
On the ready for the burning grill.