Around the Table with Shoulders Hunched

Munch and chew. Smack and crunch.
Ogres are feasting on their lunch.
What an absolutely disgusting bunch!

Their appetite’s so mighty, it refuses to stave.
When at the table, they fail to behave;
not a single fork to be found in the cave.

With dirty chops and mustard stains,
the Ogres fight off their hunger pains—
dignity to be lost and weight to be gained.

As juice drips down his warted cheek:
an ogre raises the level of freak,
as he lifts his bum, expelling a reek.

Erupting from the table, the Ogres roar;
ever so funny, there must be more.
Instant regret, mess on the floor,
retreat to the toilet, holding a bottom that’s sore.

Despite all the drama, there’s no interruption.

Gluttony is a force of complete corruption,

a bottomless cup filled with a sinful concoction.

In the name of having more, souls are put up to auction.