A Small Lunch - Pungent Stench

Hello grandma, how do you like it?

Lying in the tub, thorough disemboweled

Can you remember, you always compelled me to eat

And if I wasn’t hungry, you gave me the stick

Now I am hungry, but please don’t bother

You don’t have to cook because you’re my lunch

Maybe the flesh is a little stingy

It doesn’t matter, it’s good for my teeth

Your big strong arms

With all their swollen vessels

I’ll keep in memory

Of the many slaps

Your brain with eggs and vegetable’s

I think it’ll taste bloody delicious

Now there’s only one thing you can do Grandma, wish me jolly good