🚀 go-pugleaf

All who've gather'd should listen dear
     To my talk of bygone woe
So you should know the dangers that lie
     In denying the blood its flow.

Finding myself to be quite famished,
     I searched both low and high
For a bite, a scrap, a morsel, a crumb,
     But my pantry was bone dry.

Then feeling the pangs nearly bowl me over
     I knew that I must eat,
I recalled those words a friend once wrote:
     "The liver's a special treat!"

I pulled the silverware from its drawer
     And spread it on the ground;
I looked and grinned an evil grin
     At the julienne I had found.

I wasted no time, took no precautions,
     The cut it was a good on';
Much blood was there, but I kept on carving
     Through my flesh like so much puddin'.

At last I had it, or maybe my kidney,
     By now my mind had left me;
I double-fried it, right then and there,
     No chef could have been so deftly.

I sunk in my teeth right through the meat
     Pleased my hunger to appease;
The flavo(u)r good, though not for long:
     My life had run out its lease.

Oh, glory to God in Heaven above
     And may He continue to guide us;
I'm gone to see Him in a short time
     From Grade B Hepatitis.


          --M