Monday, 29 June 2009

  • You Can Call Me

     

    You can call me a sportsman
    I’ll wear that name with pride
    But I prefer the name of hunter
    Happy eater of all things fried

    Or perhaps the slayer of the grazing beast
    It has a poetic ring
    Food for the belly, food for the soul
    It’s such a beautiful thing

    You can call me a fisherman
    While eating your beans and cabbage
    I would rather be known by all
    As the retriever of aquatic slabbage

    Filet knife sharpened as the scales fly
    Greazy skillet ready for duty
    A veritable orgy for the senses
    Pirates never saw such booty

     

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