Piggy Soul Cafe (Poem )

Whenever I am famished in a hoggish kind a way
I take a quantum leap to the Piggy Soul Cafe,
There's all you can eat for five fifty-five,
sometimes  I've had to ask myself,
Will I leave the Piggy alive.
They have a five star salad bar
Fit for queens and kings
Mushrooms, carrots, cucumbers
And purple onion rings.

I grace the first of my three plates
With beans and pepperoni,
Chunks of ham, candied yams
And a scoop of macaroni.
Positioning a second plate
I add mojo potatoes
Brussels sprouts, asparagus
And miniature tomatoes.

Once seated at a table
Knife and fork in hand,
I'm ready to take charge
Of my gormandizing stand.

After my first encounter,
I'm ready for round two,
Ah, the Piggy Soul Cafe
Is also famous for its stew.
It's mixed with savory spices,
Hunks of beef and celery
Oodles of noodles, chili sauce,
Oxtails and leafy parsley.

 I add extras to the dish,
Garlic and curry powder
As my thoughts race ahead
To Piggy's great clam chowder.

After a momentary break,
I'm ready for more feasting
This nonstop consumption
Is a lesson in beast eating.
I gobble down a rack of lamb,
Ham shanks and black-eyed peas,
Olives, beets and pepper steak
And small curd cottage cheese.

I do a plate with clams and oysters
Scallops and fettuccini,
Rice-A-Ronni, beef-A-Ronni
Raw broccoli and zucchini...

I end my feast with rich deserts,
Pecans dates and cherries,
Cantaloupe, watermelon,
Whipped cream atop strawberries.
Then as quick as one, two, three,
It's some custard, pie and cake,
Then I leave the Piggy Soul Cafe
With a hellacious stomach ache.
Perhaps you think I'm greedy,
Some grotesque, ill-fed geek
But the truth of the matter
And not just the batter,
I eat just once a week.