Trotters: a Very Dangerous Delicacy

Trotters: A Very Dangerous Delicacy!


Trotters and knuckle bones
Is a rare meal, real treat.
Cordon Bleau of repute
Will moan of cooking time-
Simmering that last eternity,
And the massive power bill 
That hits below the belt!
But popular myth attached
To the slimy delicacy
With soup thick and slippery
And salty: Aphrodisiac.
But, one thing for sure;
Once you kiss your girlfriend
Prepare for the sweet woe
Of sleeping away from home,
With slimy soup on your lips
To her, you’ll stick forever!


JM

19th Nov’ 2013
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Hendricks Avatar
November 20, 2013 at 12:25 PM
Hahaha. Where I come from we mix the trotters (walkaways) with tripe. Your lips can remain glued for quite a while. I bet you'd like to remain stuck to her lips, you sneak. Nice poem, shamwari. Licia ;-)
Matose Avatar
November 20, 2013 at 1:05 PM
Shamwari, trotters make me a young boy! Thanks Licia. JM
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