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:
Or maybe a carbuncle...
Mmmmmm....Meat
where ever did you find such touching words?
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.
I would, but not everyone is invited.
Not even very many are.
Fery few, in fact. Just the elite.
This is disgusting. I'm boycotting your blog from now until whenever I decide not to. I'm also boycotting meat. and cheese. forever.
Is that a parody of another poem? It sounds familiar. In any case, Cheese is good.
Joel, I like how Justin likes this poem.
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