Mother Nature makes little piglets and lambs
We humans slaughter them for mutton and ham
Lest you think mankind unusually cruel
Ponder what lions and tigers do for their fuel
Then? What then?
What about the
Bare legs
Seeking address
Wait. Be a snail.
Then the hours
Began undressing
And then?
Wait.
No unleashed
Impulses.
The earth tilts
Towards the sun
Here in India
Dusk thickens
In California
Legs in line
Mostly bare
For the dancing hall
Sea and seagulls
Some vultures too
Mingled with the
Moneylenders
Waves and wavelets
Tipsy and tottering
Hard orange pieces
In pursuit of
soft ones
Twilight in the bottle
Exuberance in deluge
Here the legs
And hands
Raise the curtain
Bread and butter
Poetry and Mathematics
Computers and
Greenfields
Fish and mutton
Then? And then?
Then? What then?
Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his legs to raise his pinky in the air. Far to perfect is the evening, might a woman wish to dance. She'd be greasy if she lean on me, cause I wiped the grease on my pants.
Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his legs to raise his pinky in the air. Far to perfect is the evening, might a woman wish to dance. She'd be greasy if she lean on me, cause I wiped the grease on my pants.
Blended spices mixed and
boiled with chicken and rice,
Best with mutton or prawns,
but tastes good even with
basic fresh vegetables!
Blast of flavoured richness!
Bewitching special treat!
There once was a puppy named blue
Who demolished his master’s good shoe?
So they gave him a bone
With some mutton left on
And now he has something to chew
Far from city in haunted house
lived Macro mouse and Micro mouse.
Macro fond of Micro : His spouse.
Also stayed with them little louse.
From roof crawling down octopus.
Swooping the vulture valorous.
Horrifying notorious.
Me at nook frightened, oblivious.
Wicked weird witch is cunning most,
sitting with her friend scary ghost.
relishing rotten mutton roast
and charcoal burnt hard butter toast.
Shedding tears violent viper.
turning hysteric and hyper.
Suddenly jumped champion jumper :
Owner of the house : large vampire.
They are eating the dogs
They are eating the cats
They are eating the pets
They are eating the wild hogs.
In the early 20th “c”, Germans used to eat blockade mutton
That’s absolute truth. It’s a shame that this felon
Is desperate and going wild. The dude is a pathological liar
Who will do anything. He’s a tremendous cheater.
Immigrants do not eat the pets
Especially Haitians who love chickens
Tassot or griot meats, black rice and beans.
Haitians love Soup Joumou with lots of carrots
Haitians enjoy one of the best cuisines on the planet
Liar, liar, nobody is perfect. That’s correct.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.
Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.
Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.
Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.
Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.
"A straight! Two-three, five-six and eight,"
but Mildred bleated, "Ain't no straight;
you, Alice-ewe, are one dumb rump."
Bright chortles burbled round the stump
till Jingles raised, "Two straws of hay,"
too rich for Fay-Fay: "I can't play,
though, know that ram hauled in by truck?
I thought he gave me … lotsa luck!"
Suzette guffawed, "Not luck you meant."
"Perv, pigsty's where your mind has went!"
"Well, we all know why he's brung here …"
"Too bad it's only once a year."
"Who poofed?" sneered Molly, "That's so crass!
Wow, someone dined on rancid grass …"
Embarrassed Mildred urged, "Just play,
let's brighten up this gloomy day."
Belle brooded, "Yeah, dawn brings the shears …"
"Well you look cute, nude tail to ears."
"And your sagged udder shows you're old!"
Tense silence fell--that barb was bold--
but Alice, heedless, claimed, "Two pair!"
which drew the wrath of Mildred's stare:
"Two fives, a two with ten on top?
You're one stupid mutton chop …"
I'm wide awake and cannot sleep,
That's when I started counting sheep.
I began, with ten little lambs,
And then with two, headbutting rams.
Then three that graze the Vicar's lawn,
And twenty more, the sheepshearer's shorn.
While thirty from, down in the Glen,
Where the sheepdog guards them, in the pen.
And four called mutton, although not old,
Alongside six, safe in the fold.
Now I am feeling, rather sheepish,
Roast lamb, is my favourite meat dish.
So now I will count, something quite odd,
It's easier counting, peas in a pod.
SHEEPSHAPE
If not a ram then a sheep is a ewe
White and woolly, docile it’s true
One of many, as part of a herd
Clustered together, as preferred
Various strains are kept and bred
Unless taken for mutton instead
But there are several sheep breeds
Enough to fulfil lamb eaters’ needs
Sheep so unwanted in the wild west
They ate grass that made beef best
But lambs are cutest, as we know
Gamboling around, white as snow
So cuddly, and quite nice to hold
But not so much when they’re old
Wool is a raw material for clothes
Soft and fluffy as everyone knows
But wool can be spun into big balls
Remaining unsold until knitting calls
In Greece, sheep’s milk fares better
As there it is used for making Feta
One can even hear sheep from afar
But not so loud as to raise the baa
Mrs. Crow Mutton has a mission – the Antarctica or bust.
We were shocked when she ordered boots in red rust.
She ordered a down winter coat with a print on it too.
And a patterned knitted cap created by my Auntie Lou.
Why Antarctica? We asked her, for we wanted to know.
Because Michigan has never had enough sparkly snow.
And I love seeing my breath float out of my beak.
We saw her flying home to Ann Arbor the very next week.
Burger King’s and KFC’s
Large kebabs topped off with cheese
Too many beers slip down with ease
A Double Whopper, no salad please
Pile on the pounds, put on the weight
That greasy fry tasted just great
Eat it all, let’s clear the plate
Another bar of chocolate
Living it large on the cardiac ward
The doctors have, my heart explored
Lying here on a hospital cart
Would you believe, I broke my own heart
Fresh cream buns, so nice to eat
The icing sugar tastes so sweet
Scoff the lot and then repeat
A McDonald’s meal, a late night treat
Living it large on the cardiac ward
The doctors have, my heart explored
Lying here on a hospital cart
Would you believe, I broke my own heart
Taking a walk, an alien activity
Go to the gym? To much productivity
Lazing around is joyous proclivity
All hail the God of inactivity
And now I regret being such a glutton
I should have refused that last plate of mutton
Wishing there was a reset button
For a life of chips and beer and bacon
Living it large on the cardiac ward
The doctors have, my heart explored
Lying here on a hospital cart
Would you believe, I broke my own heart
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
I LAMB COVING MY LINKAGE
My beef is forced anger
So goose my way through life passages go figure
I goat what I eat what I ate aspirate danger
My by product waste excrement, temperament
Cleanse out covered wrinkle tribe
Neither lamb fry nor black pot
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Spiritual and Physical
~
Left over thrown away chitterling
Skins of mine intestines
Mutton never tasted spiritual under taking
I’ve been bomb basin
A jointed of veal provide
How we feel been denied
Speaks of feces yum turn inside out
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Physical and Spiritual
11/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
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