She Is Stubborn But I Like Mayonnaise Sauce Poem by Moahammad Maleki

She told me I hate your protruded belly
It seems there is hidden a monster beneath its weird surface as if going to devour the whole oxygen on earth.

But Im too tough to give up on her
Ultimately, she left me while I was picking an apple from the tree of fortune.

I had a pure exertion to lose weight regularly, but now I prefer to eat the last slice of meat left over from the last night dinner.

Where is the mayonnaise sauce?