Food 4 thought

 
Robbie was a Rib you could tell he had good tone
Wet, warm and sticky you could even see his bone

He looked all sultry and had an engine like a rolls royce
The way he fell off the bone made women rather moist

His mates liked a laugh they always took the piss
Some days this made Robbie angry he didn't like being ribbed

This kinda talk just sent him rather spare
He just didn't join in, a reply was always rare



Karen was a corn on the cob and she was all steamy
With a look in her eyes which made her rather dreamy

Karen was a good girl and she had always sworn
Not to spread her love but couldn't help her horn

She was all lonely and getting rather bored
She liked maple glazed ribs it was there sauce that she adored

Karen just gleamed as her butter started to melt
She was like an oven and needed to be felt


She was hot to trot and ready to be eaten
Robbie was busy and his own meat he was beaten

Karen shouted, oi Robbie, as she flashed her naked bot
He licked his lips, grinned and soon found the right spot

He was consumed by lust and whipped out his pork sword
He waved his one eyed women worrier and Karen thought good lord

She was on a high spurred on by his willy
Her juices flowed with the garlic and her very spicy chilli

He popped in his wand which lit up like a light sabre
He had two pumps then it was over as his breath began to labour

She was disappointed the end was like a damp squib
She had forgotten her rule not to sleep with spare ribs

So the moral of this story is always food for thought
 
You don't need to make a meal out of something you can be taught