I met a girl with eyes of green
Her hair was red as fire
Her angel face, her body hard
an object of desire

But she was not a normal lass
What little did I know
I would be filled with horror if
I knew where she would have me go.

But I found out eventually
As one day I was invited
To share dinner with her one day
Of course, I was delighted.

Of course I didn't realize
That when she told me "Dinner"
That what she really meant was that
That night I'd end up in her.

That night went smoothly as could be
The restaurant had great service
But when whe went back to her home
she really made me nervous.

I really could have never guessed
a woman who seemed so mild
What she was really thinking as
she licked her lips and smiled.

"I'm going to eat you now, my dear"
She said as cheery as could be.
And that's when I realized that
Her dinner would be me.

She spread her jaws quite wide, indeed
And I stared down her throat
Cavernous, and leading down
with a wet and shining coat.

I smelled her breath from that awful pit
as soft hands grabbed my head
and pulled me towards that gaping mouth
and down towards where it lead.

May face was slid across her tongue
With saliva greasing my chin
Her throat spread wider, wider still
as she slowly pushed me in.

Soon it went dark, and I could feel
her mouth close over my feet
And with a sigh I realized
her throat really felt quite neat.

I slid down much more quickly now
On a waterslide towards her belly
That churning sack who's enzymes would
reduce me into jelly.

Though it was dark, I could not see,
I felt the throat agape
And in a second I dropped in
to where I could never escape.

I'd reached her stomach, that was sure
So she laid down in her bed
Content with me in her stomach now
though I was far from dead.

And so I floated in a pool of puke
Mixed in with chunks of food
Inside her stomach, along with bits
and things that were even more rude.

So I sat in her slimy gut
The churning walls were quite a ride
So how did I escape, you say?
I didn't, for I am still inside.

Still inside, still being churned
inside her digestive tract
Somehow I filled the qualities
that she felt real food lacked.

So through the slimy ride I'll go
and though I don't want to seem crass
I'm afraid I won't get out of here
until I'm shoved out of her ass.

So I'm not much more than a potato chip
my fate seems quite absurd
but she'll keep on digesting me
until I'm just another turd.