You're trouble, you're toil. Yes, trouble and toil. With you I think I'll bring to the boil. A pinch of salt and a teaspoon of oil but not too much, your taste it'll spoil.
I'll take off your beard. To eat that would be weird. But gristle that makes your knees into crackling . . . . . . oh yes please.
With mint sauce on each cheek, two kebabs that are seekh. Not keen on the chin so I hope you don't mind, that goes straight in the bin.
Chop, chew, swallow and digest. Can you guess which part of you I like best? It's your nose that I grate all around the edge of my plate and because I've asked "Please" that you try not to sneeze. It makes a much better garnish than parmesan cheese.