Not Hungry Poem by Saul Palti

I will take you on a trip across this land
putting ink on paper with my hand
all part of his great master plan
you can call me frank or even Stan

the pretty girls laugh out load and sigh
with the witches who can even fly
as they capture a poor boys soul
he is as young and kept as a fowl

sweet Dorian the bold has surly been sold
just listen to the lies he has been told
tails of misfortunes lifes in the gutter
without a lady to fill his heart and to be a lover

mummy calls from down the stairs
a true grey broad a gentle mare
dinners ready to fill your stomach
a dish well served well cooked haddock

the Jehovah witnesses come a calling
preaching doom for the sky is falling
while Florence Nightingale calls out
everyone should scream and shout

two black dogs without a tail
tear too pieces the postman's mail
all entwined these final lines of mine
all for you to read in your own time