Tidbits

Thorin N. Tatge

As sung by Reba of Rivermill

I ask my husband for delicious tidbits;

I get them quickly, sometimes within minutes.

I think I'll ask him for an ice cream sundae

To match the ones I dreamed that I’d have one day!

I have a craving for spumoni

(The fancy kind!)

But please don't serve me something phony

(I’m sure to mind.)

Don’t mash the whole thing up, but leave me lots of layers laid in parallel!

Parallel!

For it’s the little chunks of beauty

(The minty sprigs)

That make it wonderful and fruity

(Like candied figs!)

Give me pistachios, cashews, currants, lots of cherries, cake, and caramel!

Caramel!

I lift my spoon up to my mouth, arrayed with these appealing cherries.

But then I hesitate en route to ask them these three simple queries:

Are you tasty?

Are you yummy?

Are you worthy?

Tidbits!

My life is made of luscious tidbits!

Tidbits...

I am a raccoon with a knack for taking!

I'm not content until my belly's aching.

How could I be content with just one lover?

And so each year I’ll go and find another.

I found a chocolate-covered cookie

All filled with jam!

Now it’s a part of me; it took me

For all I am.

It tastes so sweet that I no longer eat such healthy foods as broccoli!

Broccoli!

Now I spend lots of time with my bat

And stuff like that!

At times like those it slips my mind that

I’m burning fat.

But what I yearn for is a bump to burn for endless happy centuries.

Centuries!

I lift my fork up to my mouth, decked out with all that I desire.

But then I hesitate en route to seek those answers I require:

Are you tasty?

Are you yummy?

Are you worthy?

Tidbits!

My life is made of tempting tidbits!

Tidbits...

I never knew I could be so besotten!

I never wanted to be spoiled rotten.

But it’s the artifacts that make the treasure.

That’s why I’m loathe to lie for long at leisure.

For it's the things that you remember

That stay with you

Like when I stayed that whole September

To play with you

Or when I asked you to become a whippoorwill and you were willing to,

Just to please me!

My stomach heaves up all its juices

One fateful day!

Enumerating my abuses

As if to say:

“You cannot live on intermittent squooshy fare; this stuff is killing you―”

But it’s so easy!

Tidbits!

My life is made of endless tidbits!

Tidbits!

You make the field dance...

You make my lips moist...

You make my tail swish...

You make my voice rise...

You make the sheets full...

You make my coat shine...

You make the week flow...

You make the years roll by...

You make the wheels turn...

You lubricate my mind...

I lift my marriage to my mouth, adorned with all these boundless blessings.

And yet I hesitate en route to ask those same three simple questions:

Are you tasty?

Are you yummy?

Are you worthy?

Are you tasty?

Are you yummy?

Are you savory?

Are you worthy?