Brains, brains and more brains

I want to eat brains and I want to eat them now.

Bring me the brains of a pig or the brains of a cow.

People usually get sick when they see me eating brains.

Some people say I'm weird; others say I'm insane.

I order more brains when I'm asked what I want for dessert.

I did this yesterday and the waiter was a little curt.

He stabbed me in the nuts with a fork and then he stuck it in my eye.

I threw him out of a two story window to see if he could fly.

I learned that he couldn't fly when he hit the ground.

He weighed over half a ton and he cracked the pavement for miles around.

This restaurant has lousy service that shouldn't be allowed.

I'm going to start kicking asses if I don't get some brains right now.

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THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM

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