A Small Lunch

hello grandma, how do you like it?
lying in the tub, thorough disemboweled
can you remember, you always compelled me to eat
and if I wasnt hungry, you gave me the stick
now I am hungry, but please dont bother
you dont have to cook because youre my lunch
maybe the flesh is a little stingy
it doesnt matter, its good for my teeth
your big strong arms
with all their swollen vessels
Ill keep in memory
of the many slaps
your brain with eggs and vegetables
I think itll taste bloody delicious
now theres only one thing you can do
grandma, wish me jolly good