🚀 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

   Bravo!  That was great!  Definitely a change of pace...



   And now for something I got from Mad Magazine:

    Come bowl with me this evening dear
    And we will kill twelve cans of beer
    We'll join the others on the team
    And eat three quarts of peach Ice Cream
    And in between each frame we bowl
    We'll have a burger on a roll
    A dozen hot dogs, a sack of fries
    A meatball and two apple pies
    Come bowl with me, you really should
    the exercise will do us good.


            --Jeffrey