Goddess, omnipresent dressing,
I pump it, till I'm slaked,
On salads, sandwiches, and steaks
And sometimes on pancakes.
And even on a fruitcake
That's like a rock when it bakes.
I like it piled on comfort food and choy.
(Come on, bok choy?!)
I like it on Chinese foods; combats sauce soy.

It's swell on nosh from Israel;
I use a shofar horn
To summon my guests to "manger,"
Gefillte fisch adorned
With gooey Goddess dressing;
I'm surprised when some have scorned
How I've plied Manischewitz with it, "Oy!"
They kvetch, "Oy!"
And their eyes roll; soto voce
They cry, "Goy!"

I love it slathered on a fattened
Slab of slaughtered game.
Mayhap I slandered the shepherds
By shooting their sheep tame.
'Twas fed on freshly combined corn
And "Friendly" was its name.
But I cry to them:
"Come by my house, boys,
Come and gorge, boys."
They find that Goddess-gobbed ovine
They enjoy.

I put some on an an-an-gel
Food cake--oh, what a sight!
I gorge it and I sa-a-vor
Each sesame-soaked bite.
It's no way to keep physique trim;
My pants are getting tight
At the site where show attributes of boy--
Crotch of a boy.
I might apply some Goddess there
To enjoy.

Sometimes I throw some thy-yme in
To choice chops when I dine.
Especially when I'm fee-eed-ing
On beef that's Argentine.
I'll add a hint of caraway
Seed. But truly sublime
Are braised tri-tips where Goddess is deployed.
I'm overjoyed
When I bi-ite bits, I find I'm never cloyed.

You might not think that breast of hen
Could benefit--no way!
Especially a free-ranger--
From a Goddess-gin flambé.
But after the flames have died down
You try it, and you say:
"You must ply us with the recipe, boy. . .
Hen is sweet, boy!"
They won't find it in the cookbook titled "Joy. . . ."

Some cooks on ham put gla-a-zes
Before folks feed their face.
I'd rather see it smothered good
With Goddess, 'cause the taste
Will complement the cri-isp-ness
Of seared sow; now I baste
From the sty, a pig that once
Warbled, "Oink!"
So I'll appoint
This joint of loin. . .with Goddess, freely anoint.