I'm feeling rather full tonight.

I couldn't eat another bite.

I couldn't eat a half a bean,

or even taste a tangerine.

I couldn't lick a lettuce leaf

or bite the slightest bit of beef.

I couldn't polish off a pea

or sip a single drop of tea

or nibble on a nanogram

of pickled ham or candied yam

or lamb or clam 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.