From out the Isle of Shepherd’s Pie <br />A sight to make mere mortals wince <br />There came a navy <br /> of potatoes, wavy <br />And an awesome army of unsavoury mince <br /> <br />Forward thrust the evil hordes <br />Whose goal would be my palette’s end <br />Breaching past my vocal chords <br />My gag reflex might never end <br /> <br />Tumbling, rumbling down my throat <br />Lumps of grizzle, gargling down <br />Plopping in my stomach’s moat <br />To trigger my instinctive frown <br /> <br />And all watched by the mystic parrot <br />Who spins the contents, see them whirl <br />To form reconstituted carrot <br />Which always show up, when I hurl.<br /><br />Danny Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strong-029-who-really-likes-traditional-food-when-it-s-actually-just-some-excuse-to-feed-your-kids-leftover-offal-strong/
