The Best Way To A Man's Heart Is Through His Stomach

When I was young,

I loved cooking with my mother,

A pinch of this, a dash of that,

She would always say,

"The best way to a man's heart,

Is through his stomach."

I used to watch my father,

Smile with every bite,

At the end of every meal,

He'd wink at me and say,

"The best way to a man's heart,

Is through his stomach."

When I became a wife,

I cooked each meal,

With love and care,

My parents advice in mind,

"The best way to a man's heart,

I through his stomach."

A stranger invaded my kitchen,

Attacking me where I cook,

With murder in his eyes,

All that crossed my mind was,

"The best way to a man's heart,

Is through his stomach."

Butcher knife in hand,

I thrust deep into his gut,

Pulling up with all my might,

The last words he'll ever hear,

"The best way to a man's heart,

Is through his stomach."