Pic-nic

Let’s have a pic-nic they decided.
“I’ll bring chicken and I’ll bring
Watermelon and I’ll bring
The Liebfraumilch and pork loin.”
So they hastened with the feasty plans
and noted who would bring what.

The food talk was intoxicating
and everyone agreed to meet
on a sunny day under park trees.
All gathered around a table
fluffed with food baggage.
Lips smacked and mouths sharpened
for sweet meaty tastiness.

But a delighted squeal rattled the guests
because from the bushes streaked
the salmon-pink forms of the naked men.
They rushed the table—
Naked hands clutched the food bags
and off they scurried leaving nothing
but crumbs and rinds and bones
And gasps of horror