A Big Fat Steak


Put it on the grill,

until it's well done.

I want it so big,

so I can only eat one.

Give me a sixteen ounce...

No, a twenty two ounce strip.

I'll even take a porter house,

right pass my lips.

As I begin,

to grind it with my teeth,

some may have to remind me,

and say, "Breathe Dion, Breath".

I never eat it with sauce.

It kills the whole flavor.

I like my steak by itself,

so every bite,

can be savored.

I have been eating,

for only five minutes.

As I look at my plate,

I ask myself,

"Where did it go?

Is it finished".

  • Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2020 23:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: I do not know why I decided to write about steak. Still, I do enjoy a good New York Strip. I always eat it well done. Personally, I think that is the right way to eat a steak. I think grilling a steak is a true skill. I probably wrote this piece because my birthday is on May twenty sixth, and I usually go to a steakhouse for my birthday. Persistence is key
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 78


  • MaddieJ

    I searched for humorous poems and this one popped up! I am pleasantly surprised at how much I relate to this. I am a foodie myself. So funny. I loved it.

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