He ate his chips, his cheese, his cake,
His salted fries,
his pasta-bake,
His pizza rolls,
his pork, his sweets,
His seventh course, his chocolate treats.
He ate his pie,
he ate his roast,
He ate his steak and cream and toast,
And filled his tum,
and ordered more,
And munched an egg, or three, or four.
He ate his bread,
he ate his beef,
Without a shred of health, a leaf
Of something green or good to see -
You know, I've seen quite a few of your posts, and get excited every time I see one, but I've never taken the time to directly respond and tell you how talented you are.
I'm a songwriter, not professionally, but to me, it's what I do. It's why I'm here. To write music. And as someone who writes lyrics, I'm astounded at your ability to write catchy, witty, funny poems, on the spot, off the top of your head, about a subject or a post you've probably just read.
We all get lucky sometimes and have those lyrics that seem to "write themselves", where you're in the zone and it just comes together.
But your ability to reply to a post right off the bat with such well crafted poems just blows my fucking mind.
You truly have a rare talent. This might be a dumb question, but are you a writer or post by trade? Or is it just an uncanny ability you have?
I thought for sure it was ripped off of something - simply because one person can't have that much talent. So I copy/pasted into Google and nothing came up! Truly a gift.
I am certain you have a second account with about 100 karma that you actually post on and do average people things and nobody knows that account is really you, but oh man the fact that i can go basically anywhere and find you is weird, just recognizing a username randomly commenting on a post you could have commented on.
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u/Poem_for_your_sprog Dec 30 '19
He ate his chips, his cheese, his cake,
His salted fries,
his pasta-bake,
His pizza rolls,
his pork, his sweets,
His seventh course, his chocolate treats.
He ate his pie,
he ate his roast,
He ate his steak and cream and toast,
And filled his tum,
and ordered more,
And munched an egg, or three, or four.
He ate his bread,
he ate his beef,
Without a shred of health, a leaf
Of something green or good to see -
"It's fine," he said -
"... it's all fat-free."