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My Blue Cheese Is a Dark, Reddish Brown
Of all the foods in all the lands of culinary charm
There is but one offender my taste buds can’t disarm
While others may enjoy it, perhaps fried or as pate’
I would rather eat a heaping pile of fresh steamed hay
Some may like it on white bread or in a Shepherd’s Pie
I’d prefer a great big slice of pie that’s made of fly
So be it Chicken, Calf or Cod, not to mention Duck
I would favor meatloaf made from ground up hockey puck
To this day, the only food that makes my stomach quiver
Is the gastronomic venom that’s known to the world as “liver”
Copyright ©
Mike Gentile
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