O, Roasted Duck!
So good to eat
Your aromatic
Tasty meat.
Your glist’ning schmaltz
Drips ’pon my chin.
I wear a fine
Duck-eating grin.
Your tender breast
With flesh so pink;
No finer taste
On Earth, I think.
Pekin, moulard,
I ain’t picky.
With your juice
My hands are sticky.
Your thighs enrobed
In crispy skin;
Just one more bite –
Is that a sin?
I love you,
Fragrant waterfowl.
You fill my stomach
And my bowel.
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[Your turn, Og.]
1 comment:
Sick. Revolting. Yet brilliant.
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