Zoop for You

Zoop for you
Slurp it in
No crusty black bread
Smelling too strongly of onions
Or is it pickles?

Travels through the esophagus
Must be nice
for zoop I am saying.
But how does that pipe
compare to the drum
of the stomach? Or
is it a bag of a stomach -
creating a scottish instrument
of a digestive system?
My zoop goes through the
bag pipe of my self.
However
it doesn't play a funeral dirge.
My zoop inspires happy
gastronomic gurgling.

So the stomach must be
the park place
of zoop-opoly.
Not the
special zoop dish
with fancy spoons
that we always use
to make our eating more
aesthetic?
I am content
my zoop is content
with ricocheting spoonfuls -
machine-gun sounds and
plastic.

Let's dialogue:
zoop and you and I.
No more noiseless
eating.
We always leave the most
interesting conversants
out of dinner discussions.
Why not heed the sililoquy of
a cashew?
Or give ear to the autobiographical
anecdotes of a
piece of fruitcake?
And zoop, zoop will
flatter you and warm you right up.
If you're lucky
and accomodating
maybe you'll talk with the
reclusive
poppy seed dressing.
She is wise and aphoristic
so listen up if you hear her draw a breath
as if about to say something.
It will be short and sweet
and sagistic (though not tasting of sage).