Wednesday, October 06, 2004

No Truer Words

I came across a pearl of a poem in the ethers of the Internet today, and I had to share it with you all.

Watch these delicate sausages
Recall the moment their sweet juice rained hot on your tongue
I ache bitterly for this gift of meat
-Anonymous

8 comments:

Joel A. Shaver said...

Or maybe a carbuncle...

Kenton Finkbeiner said...

Mmmmmm....Meat

Anonymous said...

where ever did you find such touching words?

Jamie said...

Hi Joel. That poem brought back memories of a group of us talking about some snooty club that had to do with food...but I can't really remember what it was exactly. Something about meeting each year and everyone brought food. I think the food started out bad and got better. I can't remember. You should write about it on your blog. For reals.

Joel A. Shaver said...

I would, but not everyone is invited.

Not even very many are.

Fery few, in fact. Just the elite.

Heather said...

This is disgusting. I'm boycotting your blog from now until whenever I decide not to. I'm also boycotting meat. and cheese. forever.

Tia said...

Is that a parody of another poem? It sounds familiar. In any case, Cheese is good.

Xolvox_chick85 said...

Joel, I like how Justin likes this poem.