Skippy heard the sizzle of sausage,
slavishly snorting a bit of snot
spitting it into the sink
watching as it spun down the drain.
Fascinating, he said to his sister,
it skirts the edge as it slid down.
His sister slammed him in his skull
she said, have some manners you sleaze.
He smoldered as the sausage finished,
sheepishly salivating while surveying
the tasty sustenance, smacking his lips.
He swaggered over to sit, ready to
swaddle his fingers around that sausage.
Anticipating the greasy, deliciousness,
sweetly he smiled to his sister as she served.