I'm feeling rather full tonight.
I couldn't eat another bite.
I couldn't eat a half a bean,
or even taste a tangerine¹.
I couldn't lick a lettuce² leaf
or bite the slightest bit of beef.
I couldn't polish off a pea
or sip³ a single drop of tea
or nibble⁴ on a nanogram
of pickled ham or candied yam
or lamb or clam⁵ or jam or Spam.
Yes, that's how full I truly am.
To even think of eating more
would leave me lying on the floor
and surely make my stomach hurt
unless, of course, you've got dessert.