My Blue Cheese Is- Tripe
when it comes to food my biggest gripe
is how anyone can eat disgusting tripe,
lining of the stomach of ruminant cows
gastric juices of mine would not arouse,
if I was served this awful food on a plate
I would decline this just couldn’t be ate,
when it’s cooking can’t stand the smell
like something eaten by someone in hell,
tripe is not a delicacy for rich or poor
serve me rubbish I’ll show you the door.
01/08/2018
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Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2018
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