Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Barbecued Swan

Bored with burgers, ribs and chicken?
Want a treat to feast upon?
I can recommend you sample
Breast of Windsor Castle swan.

There are two hundred to choose from -
Better make that one-nine-nine -
For it seems somebody caught one
And decided he would dine.

There's a law against such killing -
It was once considered treason -
'Cause these swans are all protected;
They're the Queen's, of course, the reason.

Even if they weren't royal,
They don't seem to fit the bill
Of a creature you would marinate
And toss upon the grill.

There's been no official comment
On this swan, whose life was wasted,
But Elizabeth, like all of us,
Must wonder how it tasted.

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Jon A Cavanaugh September 11, 2013 at 7:10 AM Hilariously tasty poem. I love it.

Andrea Dietrich September 1, 2013 at 1:58 PM hahaha, I can picture her wondering about the taste of her own swans. You are a hoot, Ilene!! I don' t even care that much for chicken unless it's Kentucky Fried, so it sure wasn't I that took the swan. ahha

Jack Horne August 30, 2013 at 10:12 AM lol, had a chuckle here, Ilene : )

Robert Johnson August 29, 2013 at 3:20 PM :):):):):) I'm sure they ate em' in her day, she's older than the hills. I think she said, their quite delightful, but don't eat the bills. :):):) Please don't think less of me for being oh so crass. I sure that if I ever met her, she'd be a lovely lass. Peace. :)