All You Can Eat Rap

by Bruce Lansky
I went to a place
that serves all you can eat,
and now my new shoes
do not fit on my feet.

My hat is too tiny
to fit on my head.
My legs now hang over
the edge of my bed.

So, if you should visit
the very same place,
take my advice, friend,
and don’t stuff your face.

Text © Bruce Lansky reprinted from If Pigs Could Fly..., published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

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