Won't You Dine With Me

By Malcholm Dark

Hey there you tasty baby
There won't be any maybe
Soon as you drink my drug-laced tea.

I got chainsaws, hacksaws
And sharp knives galore.
With handsaws, table saws
And a shop full of gore...

Come on baby won't you dine with me.

I know you think I'm crazy
Your mind now becomes hazy
Soon to be my brand new recipe.

I got hay hooks, meat hooks
And things that will kill.
With snuff-books, cookbooks
And a big pot to fill...

Come on baby won't you dine with me.

You are tied up, good lookin'
Can you guess what I'm cookin'
Soon to be digesting inside me.

I got rump-roast, leg-roast
Serving fava beans too.
With giblets over toast
Seasoned through and through...

Thank-you baby for dinning with me.

You are...
Mouth watering
Lip smacking
Finger licking
Good!

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Published on Thursday, October 7, 2010. Filed under: "Satire" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

pour yourself a glass of Chianti, then Bon Appetite

Comments on "Won't You Dine With Me"

A former member wrote: Great rhyme and flow to this very witty piece. You could almost sing buddy holly's maybe baby to it.
A former member wrote: I laughed at the end ! Which really caught me off guard, the tone of this is so dark... Brilliant
On Thursday, May 17, 2012, Little_Zombie (33) wrote:

Just had to say it to a beat I love it so dark but yet something else. but I'll be happy to dine with you
On Saturday, October 23, 2010, Miztaken4beauty (176) wrote:

Remind me, dear Malcholm, to bring my own tea...
On Thursday, October 7, 2010, SilentStalker (1047) wrote:

...lyrical, whimsical, psychotic...this is the stuff I love to see...funny how Vampira pegged me for liking this; she was definitely spot on... :P
On Thursday, October 7, 2010, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

Another brilliant piece.This just reinforces that Hannibal Lecter should have his own cooking show. I was actually starting to get hungry, dismembered people never sounded so good. Write on my friend.