Luscious Piece

It stood; oh so large, round, and pretty pink, a singular morsel, a missing link. Arched and quite firm, a culinary treat; this ripe, randy, raucous piece of pink meat. The diners sat making naughty noises; jaws dropped, tongues lolled, not a bit of proud poise. And, all ‘bout the table gasped in despair, the fear, the horror, would they get their share? They'd thought of other uses for that sweet meat Though what 'twas in there minds, I'll not repeat. Men paled, lasses flushed, it was quite clear, As a sharp edged blade was brought to bear. Eyes covered, groins grasped, lasses faint all round, Observing the slice, the Lord's knife bore down, Then, with a broad smile, he mimics a clown and passed luscious pieces of sausage 'round.