Not Humorous Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

hey buddies
when I offer you
butter or margarine coated bread
how come you just lick the surface
like kiddies?
the slice feels let-down!
the host too feels sorry for the poor bread!
when I offer you a full dish
how come you just peck at the served things?
I guess only few guys savor like one peckish!
how come you just bite off a tiny fragment
from the whole chunk and give out a plastic belch?
the special dish may not be the manna from heaven:
goodies turn leftovers when even foodies go in vain!
let the parting words sigh for not merely sipping hisses
but for the tongues that`ll lap up to the lees without misses.