I wait beside the pantry wall, my little prize on show. Come closer, little whiskered friend, there’s something you should know.

What do you call a book about Voyeurism?

It serves the woods in silence When loud it signals violence

I am always getting laid. All the chicks come from me. You could eat me raw, but you might get Salmonella. Beat me, heat me, then eat me. What am I?

I am a great way to make friends, assuming nobody takes the first hit personally.