by Nick Gisburne
Emilio, my interstellar friend,
Is partial to a planetary lunch.
Their cities, sweet, delicious, break and bend,
A tingle to the tongue with every crunch.
His ultimate ambition - eat the Earth -
Is tempered by his tummy’s trainer, me.
To gobble it, his gastronomic girth
Must multiply. Expansion is the key.
Consuming plumper planets, piece by piece,
Emilio is confident, at last,
A slathering of sauces can release
The monumental stomach he’s amassed.
He squeezes Mars, like ketchup, on the feast,
And hogs it, whole, a champion, a beast.
