People Food, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

I warm up my electric griddle,
Around my legs you fiddle
Figure eights slalom between,
Where you cant bee seen
You look up at me
With that wanting look
The smell of the steak
Sizzling sound makes
Crack of the egg
I see your eye’s beg
Rubbing up against
My leg
Thinking if a little meow
That’ll be the way
That will be how
I throw you a morsel
A scrap to you
But you know I wont
It is people food.