Ode to a family dinner

I dive in the soup to gather the meatballs
Lest others whose bellies— are like hungry lions
steal them in front of my greedy gaze
On these occasions...
my hand strikes like a snake
and the precious meatballs land
with perfect aplomb into my bowl
The garlic bread piled next to my bowl
becomes like a crown displayed on my plate
Eyes sharp as needle points— point in my direction
Like a ferocious wolf i attack on my spoils
emptying my plate with wolfish speed
The second round fares no different
while my sibblings are eating.
Foods like sausages , vegetables and mashed potatoes
soon become like the scafell pike
the sauce its surrounding lake
Mother looks at me with that familiar grin
As if to say "you havn't changed"
I shrug my shoulders as i dive into my food
The traditional Jam Roly-Poly and custard
are the proof of the pudding!

This is a family of ferocious predators
As i ponder while burping on the bench!