L is for that luscious cookery,
U’s for ungulates that once ran free,
N’s for nary, nary anything not scary,
CH is found in chor-izo, a treat that I adore so. . .

“Lunch” is one word in a term with two;
Lunch meat’s something I’ll chew, not eschew.
Two in “lunch meat”—taste it;
Wastes the heart, you need not baste it.
Lunch meat’s made. . .don’t want to view.

(Luncheon interlude)

L’s for how I lumber when I eat,
U’s for unctuousness in this treat,
N’s for nary, nary nutrition—be wary,
CH is for hot chor-izo, a meat; I’ll have some more, oh. . .

Lunch meat makes some squirm, but me exclude;
Lunch meat I’ll eat till my pores exude
Goo like suet, pasty,
Tasty parts stuffed in gut casings,
Lunch meat’s not a wholesome food,
But a whole lot I’ll have chewed,
Gut will soon start to protrude.