The World, It's What's for Dinner

When I was young with savoir faire,

this blue-green globe had much to spare.

I’d climb the tree and breathe the air

and taste the fruit that grew up there.

But now it’s bare. Do I despair?

I did not share, avec mon frère.

I say no prayer. It’s your affair.

I do not care. I do not care.

Boil down all the oceans

and eat up all the fish.

Deep fried fragrant forests

make a crispy pine nut dish.

Melt snow-peak mountains

an put ‘em in the soup.

For dessert, a desert cake.

It's Java lava poop.

Tahiti's so meaty.

Djibouti's so fruity.

When stewed in the Pacific,

they're tasty and terrific.

Distill the atmosphere

into a happy, hoppy beer.

Tap a polar ice cap.

Cheers! The end is near.

Greece comes out my pores.

The Azores make good S’mores.

Chad's so cheesy.

“Hey! Two Berlins, over easy!”

Gnaw big bites of Bogota

with raw slaw Omaha.

On Sweden I’ll-be-feed’n

'til they banish me from Eden.

The Andes are my candies.

Helsinki’s in my Twinkies.

Hong Kong is a Ding Dong.

So 'm fat. I'll shed my thong.

A Cameroon macaroon

with prune Prague Rangoon.

Feast on Iran flan,

then quickly hit the Cannes.

Had a Big Iraq attack.

Took-home-a-sack-a-Hackensack.

Freshl-squeezed Tobago

on a cookie Cairo gyro.

Nevada enchilada.

No estoy cansada.

Kyoto burrito.

Tokyo taquito.

Stick a fork in old New York,

Dry rub Bronx and call it pork.

Key a Spam Savannah.

with flambéed Atlanta banana.

The Mozambique bisque

was a culinary risk,

but Milk of Micronesia

gets ya off yer knees, ja?

Malawi Guacamole

on Frisco Rice-a-Roni.

Memphis maraschino

on Reno cappuccino.

Puree Zimbabwe

on Santa Fe parfait.

Pan-fry Panacea

on a piece of Pisa pizza.

Drip dry old Morocco

on a Moscow Choco Taco.

Rome foam JELL-O =

a lemony archipelago.

Don’t think me uncouth

with a Duluth Baby Ruth.

Jeddah muffuletta

in a bruised Bruges brushetta.

Macon-wrapped bacon

was mine for the takin’.

Turkey Turkey Jerky

like pemmican Albuquerque.

Cut up Kathmandu,

drop it in fondue

with cubes of Kabul bouillon.

Voila – Khartoum Foo-Young!

           

Leftover Equator?

Save it for later.

An Ebola Zaire

lurks in Frigidaire.

Freeze Belize, please,

and put it between your knees.

Then nuke ‘em on good China

with caramel Carolina.

Whoa, Nelly! Oh, my belly!

So hungry and a sinner.

I consume my doom, my dummy.

The world – it’s what’s for dinner.

God's on our plate.

God is our food.

We forgot to thank Him,

and now we're all screwed.