Homophones

It’s a trip,

With an endless map.

And if you trip,

Don’t wonder why.

You're in a plain

anyways,

not a plane.

It’s every twinkle in your

Eye,

Every memory that

I,

Gather along the way.

It’s a wonder I do not

Weigh,

More than an anchor

Every day.

For each day I eat,

Whatever meat I

Meet.

Like a nice

Juicy steak,

That was roasted on

A stake,

Over a warm

Crackly fire,

Though you would

Need wood for that.

If you wail after

Seeing my meal,

In all it’s

Whale-sized glory,

Then you should

Have no fear,

For that is

Just the waste

Of my waist.

(lol, I was bored while working on an ode... xD )