I eat words! Delicious words!
I gobble the words that you make.
Words like rod taste like turds,
but billow tastes like cake.

I stuff my space with afterwards
and wash it down with hush.
Dessert must wait till after words
like hunch or flack or crush.

And my dessert won't be dessert.
That word is tough to chew.
I'll have a word that's sweet and curt,
like pony, nip, or blue.