Meat
Where it is sold mongrels you meet!
You should guess: venues not too neat
But man shuns not gladdening meat:
Pork buyers do storm in my street…
Children who neared meat mum would beat,
Not like biscuit that spares kids heat.
Quite often mothers such case treat,
Child thief keeps standing, no seat…
Buyer to Butchers “You’re a cheat!”
Except he’d weighed meat to doubts beat;
Next time, butcher one might not greet
From his stand distancing one’s feet…
In most meals men hope to meat meet
Women for ice-cream love more meat,
In their lives meat ahead of wheat;
Nipple never makes it to teat…
Meat’s biggest challenge from sea fish,
In Japan, meat less a food wish.
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