And celery, shrimp and macaroni
Real vino and cognac ain’t phony
Odds gambling with Old Tony
Who grows fat and not boney
All of my snacks are categorized
Just as my treats are alphabetized
Got them carefully legitimized
Each and every one itemized
With everything I plan to eat
Temporized and tastefully replete
Arranged with care around my seat
Serenity found is complete
So too is all that I shall drink
As I contemplate and think
My will signed with invisible ink
Have me living in the pink
In relaxation I’ll sure enjoy
Not being a little bit coy
Let a football be more than a toy
The game shall be but a decoy
In the midst of my consumption
Let there be a real assumption
I’ll exhibit more than gumption
As I exemplify resumption
Enjoyment and replenishment
In total embellishment
In complete astonishment
Without any kind of diminishment
Come on let the good times roll
Pay the burden like a toll
Keep my aces high on hold
Just like an additive to my soul
Enlighten the Super Bowl Sunday
Make it last through till Monday
Have more fun than Ted Bundy
Making out to say a big FUNDAY?
So I’ll be more than a bit chivalrous
As I laugh at being omnivorous
Turning on being herbivorous
Or decidedly more carnivorous