Sea Monster’s Complaint

My breakfast never varies;
it’s the same thing every day.
And lunch and dinner likewise
make me yawn and turn away.

I’m craving something different.
I’m in need of something new.
Some pickles, some lasagna,
or a chocolate cake or two.

I’d like a dozen pizzas
and some carry-out Chinese,
a turkey, ham and pot roast
with potatoes, pies and peas.

I want a bag of burgers,
and a barrel full of rice.
I’ll wash it down with twenty quarts
of soda pop on ice.

My taste buds need variety
to pass between my lips.
No more of just the same old thing!
I’m sick of fish and ships.