An Ode to Mastication

Pure poetic silliness.

Oh, the simple glee
of Freudian immaturity!
forgive my pontification
on joys of oral exploration

my language turns quite evocative
on no other subject so provocative
i speak of meals, you see
not some other form in gratuity

Cranial nerve Five!
Masseter, medial pterygoid: writhe!
Cranial nerve Twelve!
Hypoglossus: dart and delve!

"Are you done yet?"
My friends all whine and moan.
"My food and I just met!"
They get up and go,
I chew and swallow alone.