A Small Lunch

Hello grandma how do you like it Lying in the tub through disembolwed Can you remember you always compeled me to eat And if I wasn't hungry you gave me the sticky Now I am hungry but please don't bother You don't have to cook because you are my lunch Maybe the flesh is a little stingy It doesn't matter it's good for my teeth Your big strong hands With all their swollen vessels I'll keep in memory Of the many slaps Your brain with eggs and vegetables I think that will taste bloody delicious Now there's only one thing you can do Grandma wish me jolly good --- A Small Lunch - Pungent Stench