Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Eating meat
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-This poem is based on the theme of.. Murder. -MEL.
He sits down gladly for his meal,
A delightful carnivorous he is.
He oh-so-simply loves the drill,
Everyday he eats,
Everytime he steals.
He doesn't have a time to eat,
To relish on the goodness.
His mealtimes are irregular,
So sumptuous this spread today -
Meat, glorious meat.
He chews, and pats his stomach,
That belly he lives with, with utter joy.
He never grumbles, when it all erupts,
He's just too famished to care,
Another hungry boy.
The vivid red,
He loves it well done.
The carmine mess he makes,
He simply loves the fun.
He leaves some traces behind,
That rotting air he lets go off.
He knows there is a time to draw the line,
To stop flirting with the most tempting broth.
(Of course)
But he knows not much,
Only his passion.
Sensual pleasures, food and the lush -
He indulges in only that much,
Its just, its just his passion.
But a hungry boy always has his tales,
His stories of woe to tell.
But theres one aspect in which he never fails;
He says he knows, but he refuses to tell.
Until then,
This is how the tragedy ends.
A meal to savour, he swipes them bones clean.
In his entire life, he thinks only of meat,
And the flesh is all he wastes away,
For he doesn't know about the heart -
He never makes it complete.
2:36 PM
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