FROZEN FOOD

Two young science students at uni were doing experiment work, as the day

Began to diminish the sunlight supply through the windows, and skies became grey.

"So what made you choose to learn science?" asked Megan, whose hands were with work still engaged,

The two of them just started first year, and both of the students were only teenaged.

"Exposure to fairytales left me desirous of  making myself just an inch

In height; so a lady's nice mouth could then lick me and swallow me whole, for a cinch."

But, rather than laugh, she invented a mixture of chemicals, which, if exact,

Would do what he wanted, if given a period of 25 years to react.

She showed him where she planned to live when she'd bought it and said, "In the future, come seek

Me out , but the uni hall's calling us down for a friendly dance, cheek touching cheek."

At Christmas, he sent her a card, "from full-sized me," and wondered what her card would say.

"I wish I could shrink you and eat you," she wrote, "But enjoy Christmas time anyway."

Not willing to spend all those years in long waiting, he placed himself into deep freeze,

Suspending his aging, while he slept it off, and the 25 years passed with ease.

The ice chamber timer went off in the future. He woke up, and found her address.

The phone book helped him pay a visit one morning, in hopes that his size would be less.

Now older, still willing, she took him to lunch, now in awe that her friend was 18.

"I guess you'll taste nicer, still youthful," she said, with a smile, which looked proudly serene.

Her formula worked, and the boy was reduced, and they went to a nice picnic spot,

Where Megan sat down and soon happily gobbled the Tom Thumb the real world forgot.

SOMEONE GROWN OR THE OTHER SHRUNKEN?

Peter and sweet lovely Jennifer Winchance

Played in his grandma’s garden like infants.

She was his beautiful babysitter.
The young boy was joyful about having met her.

One day she brought water pistols as present, 
And said, “Let us play, for the weather is pleasant.
I hope you enjoy having our pistol fight,
And I shall cook you for supper tonight.”

“You mustn’t,” said Peter, “And I’m not allowed
To go out at night.” Then the sweet lady bowed,
And kissed Peter’s cheek, and said, “Leave that to me.
I’ll have you for supper. You just wait and see.”

When Grandma tucked him in, she said, “Sleep well,” 
And left him in darkness, and he soon fell
Into a sleep. Then he soonafter woke,
And said, “Is this real or some fantastic joke?”

He lay in pavlova as tall as his chin,
Inside an oven, with light shining in,
From its big window. He stared out beyond
And saw a great kitchen, where giants belonged.

Then into the kitchen came Jenny with glee,
Now drinking a warm cup of nice herbal tea.
She put the tea down and then opened the door
(The oven’s) to peek in and gladly adore

The boy, who said nothing at first, from the shock.
“Peter, I’m keeping my eyes on the clock.
You’ll warm up and cook, but without being burned.”
“Alright,” said the boy, “I agree that I’ve learned

That you really meant what you said when you kissed me.
Now can you explain this unusual mystery?
So are you a giant, or am I reduced?”
“Don’t worry about that. You need to get used

To being my supper, said Jennifer, licking
Her lips, as he heard her own oven clock ticking.
“It won’t be long now. So just patiently wait.
I’ll soon serve you up on my best china plate,”

Said Jenny, and shut him inside, as she stood,
And checked that the table was laid, and said, “Good.”
She sat down in front of the oven, to beam
At Peter, whose neck was now covered in cream.

So soon he was cooked, and she ate the pavlova
Around him, and said, “It will soon be all over
For you little Peter. Now as my tongue brushes
Against your nice meat, I am sure you’ll taste luscious.

The gobbling down process will not take too long,
So think of my tongue as a soft dinner gong.”
Her hand closed around him, and gave him a lift
To mouth, where the gulping of Peter was swift.