Each To His Own Taste

Each to His Own Taste By Elton Camp For eating raw meat I surely don’t care But I have some friends who order it rare There are some who simply adore pate I refuse to eat food produced that way To many, sushi is a gourmet’s delight But I can hardly abide it within my sight Way over in China, it’s dogs that they eat And some greedily devour chicken feet Some folks taste runs to eating of veal I find a cow’s little calf too hard to steal Others, over chitlins, will just have a fit I can’t eat something that smells like **** Pickled hog feet I often see in the store That’s another that I absolutely abhor The meat market sells pig’s tails & ears That I’d vomit, such fare bring on fears And I hear there are people who eat rat And even skin and cook a fleabag cat “Each to his own taste,” the man did vow As he tenderly kissed his old milk cow