Bone meal and sugar

[Big McLargehuge]

My jokes grow old, upon the air
Though laughter still flows.
From lips whose words are like
Bone meal and sugar.

My food I feed, is stale.
But eat it up she does,
Even a novice at interpretation
Could tell the meaning.

I wish my body could give the word
That hers novices say does.

[FartinMowler]

Even a novice at interpretation
Could tell the meaning.

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