Cannibal Delight
The full Moon beckoned me from my slumber
To come out into the night to play
A stroll in the dark asunder
A voyeur under the Moonlight ray
Dressed in black I embarked on my walk
Not anticipating anything new
When flames through the bushes I spied
A strange smell much like beef stew
I crept low and quiet through the hedge
To ascertain what my neighbors were up to
And to my wandering eyes did appear
Ten people in warrior paint each armed with a spear
In the middle of which a woman of very large breast
Was tied upon a long stick putting gravity to a test
Slowly she was turned as if a roasted swine
To the pleasure of the cannibals savoring their wine
Grab a breast, a thigh, a bottom any bite of pleasure
Cannibal delight under the Moon oh what a treasure
They savored every ounce of her in sacrificial delight
No forks or plates needed just a butchers' knife
Thin or thick is your desire depending on your cut of meat
Cannibals delight my neighbors secret the best you will ever eat.
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