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This is rather crude and long, however, it was occassioned by a huge promotion by a well known national restaurant chain (US), known as the "never ending pasta bowl".  We applied the same concept on another website in order to craft "the never-ending poem".  If it should prove to be too offensive or crass, I will gladly delete it.  It is strictly for fun!

Never Ending Pasta

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, taking her seat,
Devouring all that's been left to eat;
But Boobilah, Boobilah, at the very least
Desiring more than just merely a feast!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah! On the park bench,
Drives Studly crazy with her fluent French!
Boobilah, oh Boobilah, who leaves him for dead,
As she smacks him upside his nappy head!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah; will you sell your soul,
To indulge at the never-ending pasta bowl?
Boobilah, oh Boobilah; there's still more to eat;
Just enough room for a decadent sweet!

Grandpa, oh Grandpa, you've sweetened the deal,
By laying out all for a wonderful meal;
Grandpa, oh Grandpa, have mercy please,
For I'm gassy and old and "cutting the cheese!"

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, do not be deterred,
By my maloderous flatulance however absurd!
Boobilah, oh Boobilah, please give me more rope,
To improve my aroma with perfume and soap!

Grandpa, oh Grandpa, as I continue to fart,
You've stolen my Boobilah and a piece of my heart!
Boobilah, oh Boobilah, I'm anxious to know,
Can I recapture your heart with some tempting gateau?

Grandpa, oh Grandpa, allow me to state,
That linguini, lasagna and ziti can wait;
Till I recapture my Boobilah to fill my heart's hole,
Still I prefer self-indulgence at the huge pasta bowl!

Grampa oh Grampa, who's left us in haste,
To add girth to his ample, ever bulging waist;
Grampa oh Grampa, so footloose and free,
Through constant embibbing and we don't mean with tea!

Boobilah, my Boobilah! My fickle coquette,
My flatulence is raging, and hasn't stopped yet;
I've tried to control it, but find that I can't,
Since my Boobilah forsook me for that renegade Gogant!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, the bubbly has popped,
The foam overflows and my flatulence is stopped;
Renegade oh Renegade, you've made me a wreck,
The least you can do is to pick up the check!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, it's par for the course,
I was never aware that you eat like a horse!
Boobilah, oh Boobilah, I've the inestimable thrill,
To watch your dear Renegade pay the whole bill!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, you haven't stopped yet?
The tab's now the size of the National Debt!
Renegade, oh Renegade, with penniless hands,
To pay for your Boobilah, you'll wash pots and pans!

Oh Renegade, for the bill that you could not afford,
You'll do dishes forever as Studly's reward;
As payback for the coveted heart that you stole,
With the enticement of never-ending pasta bowl!

Don't start gnawing on furniture, oh my dear Pape,
Go to back of the queue and grab yourself a big plate;
So fill up on spaghetti that stretches a mile,
Until you waddle like "Daffy" right on down the aisle!

You'll not out eat Boobilah though the bill's not been paid,
But that's OK, you'll do dishes with poor Renegade;
For you penniless gluttons, that's a very good start,
You'll eat all of the pasta, but Studly will fart!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, I scarcely can tell,
Whether my dubious hygiene makes my poems to smell!
I'll borrow more Yiddish as befitting a schmuck,
At least now I know that my poems don't SUCK!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, so cute and so thin,
Wearing the clothes that she's always fit in;
Boobilah, oh Boobilah, we can't eat like that,
Out eating an army but still Studly gets fat!

Pape, my dear Pape, it's a wonderful start,
Reconciling with Boobilah will gladden my heart;
I'll emit noxious odors as we toast our good luck,
Then we'll fill paper cups with some luke-warm "Cold Duck"!

However, I'd be remiss if I neglected to say,
"Welcome, dear Bandit, to our noxious buffet!"
Join Boobilah and Grampa, for there's nothing we lack,
As Gogant, Pape and Studly wash dishes out back!

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Throw out your corkscrew, get rid of your fork,
You know that there's trouble when the wine has no cork!
"Ripple" and "Swizzle" and wines of that ilk,
You're better off drinking 12 year old milk!

Be ever vigilant, oh my dear Pape,
For all so-called "wine" that has never seen grape;
Such lethal concoctions that would "de-dent" a shark,
Keep drinking that swill and you'll glow-in-the-dark!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah; Your secret is out,
How you procure your pasta with considerable clout!
A mover and shaker we cannot deny,
But why then, oh Boobilah, is the bill so damn high?

Well then, oh Boobilah, it's hard to conceive,
For some scamp has been taking the change that I leave;
Unjustly collecting for our free pasta bowls,
I suspect "Reaganomics" since my pockets have holes!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, now please hear me out,
You make Bernie Madoff seem like a boy scout!
And even though penniless with compromised heart,
I'm consoled with bowel movement and maloderous fart.

I'm Studly the Portly-a corpulent mass,
I lay waste whole cities with foul-smelling gas!
Courtship with Boobilah's an impossible task,
Since she always requires the use of a mask!

For my mobility's sake, I'll forego the hat,
I won't fit through the door, because I'm so fat;
Just where I am scratching, I cannot disclose,
For the mystery location is well under my clothes!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah sips the finest of wines,
But if she only could read between proverbial lines;
I prefer a good "flushing" since my bowels are so tight,
With feared "apparatus" inserted just right!!!

Oh enema, oh enema, so undeniably true,
That a day without sunshine is a night without you!
To defeat constipation is my preferable end;
As the great "apparatus" will be my only friend!

Boobilah, do you know what those Italian words mean?
Because I notice that your dainties have a slight tinge of green;
It must be the landfill on this very street,
Do you know what's Italian for "radio-active sweet"?

The dessert looks quite tempting, such a decadent treat,
But it's "sinful" because it's begun to sprout feet!
It moves resolutely on out through the door,
Please don't pursue it, or we'll see you no more!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, bittersweet to the taste,
Is the vast sumptuous banquet of nuclear waste;
Boobilah, oh Boobilah, how fickle you are,
With your cappocuoco supremo, vuole fare a pombare!

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, were you made aware,
Of Health Department warnings of the dubious fare?
They've tried their very best to remain so discreet,
Despite questionable origin of mystery meat.

You may go to the queue if you've garnered the nerve,
As Cat Parmesan is the first item they'll serve;
Vermin Vermicelli with so much on display,
With Gerbil Lasagna in this unique buffet!

Pit Bull Minestrone ranks high on the list,
Rissotto of Rat is not to be missed!
An interesting arrangement that's all for the best,
For il cappocuoco will give Boobilah the rest!

A dessert of the like that I've never seen
With muscular arms turning flourescent green;
My dessert then attacks me, knocking me to the floor,
Administers a choke-hold until I can't take anymore.

Boobilah, oh Boobilah, is it really my fault,
That my dessert's now been charged with atrocious assault?
Being mugged by mutant pastry, to me makes no sense,
Which does not even exist in the Table of Elements.