Epicure

He ate a caterpillar sandwich Just to prove he could do it He just gritted his teeth and Chewed his way right through it He washed it down with turpentine Which he preferred to any wine Ate a chunk of matured horse As his favoured second course His dessert was a trifle smelly Being served in an old welly Frog legs steeped in prunes juice Just to keep his functions loose If it was edible he would try it Really liked a varied diet His fame grew as a gourmet minger Celebrity status as hash slinger Every week with language obscene He appears on your TV screens He doesn’t care what you think Doesn’t need respect or thanks Just keeps checking his accounts In his five or six offshore banks