They say it takes a mighty frame
To truly feel great thirst...
And their frame puts a whale to shame:
These frames so fit to burst

And hunger, I have heard it said,
Takes hold when there is toil.
And Veetan life seems overfed
In labor...and its spoils.

The Veeta stomach goes for miles
In belly laughs when filled
But there are moments between smiles
When aching hunger builds.

And when it comes, it's not a toy,
Not cute, not something dear:
A Veeta eating is not joy
But more like "Abject Fear".

-- Seamus McCarthy,
First human poet to watch a Veetan eat up-close.