I’ve scoured the pantry of my heart

For morsels sweet to tell

About the honey-roasted tart

Who has me in her spell

 

O’er skin like large-curd cottage cheese

Falls vermicelli hair

As limp and oily as you please

To chuck-roast shoulders there

 

Those marbled eyes, prosciutto wads

Stuffed neatly in her face

Ripe eggplant lips, like okra pods,

Disintegrate in place

 

With fingers thin as pretzel sticks

She cleans two pie-crust ears

With corn-cob tongue she chastely licks

Espresso-stained veneers

 

Great feet like racks of baby-backs

A cauliflower nose

Those gams, like hams with turkey tracks

Turn cheddar in repose

 

Her breath a piquant nasal treat

Of eggs and sauerkraut

Her voice a satisfying bleat

That I can’t live without

 

In this, the larder of my soul

She’s just the meal I wish

From soup to nuts, my Noodle Bowl

Is quite a tasty dish!