Poem of the Day

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BEWARE! This is a HORRIBLE poem!!

Read at OWN RISK!!!

 

 

 

 

What’s for dinner, Mum?

 

First up

slurp up

sliced slug soup

seasoned with slaters.

 

Then

bite into

baked blowfly burgers

basted with blood.

 

Or

gobble down

goat gut goulash

garnished with grubs.

 

Next

munch up

minced mouse mousse

mingled with maggots.

 

Or

dive into

dragonfly dumplings

drizzled in drool.

 

And last of all

swill down

seaweed slime smoothies

smothered in snot.

 

Still hungry?

 

Glenys Eskdale
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #20

Glenys said: I heard a discussion on ABC talkback radio about sayings mothers used to have as answers to the question, ‘What’s for dinner, Mum’, so I invented a poem of the most disgusting stuff I could think of.

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4 thoughts on “Poem of the Day

  1. This reminds me so much of a song we were taught at high school by an exchange student from the US:
    “Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts,
    Marinated monkey meat,
    Little dirty birdie’s feet.
    Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts.
    Eat them without a spoon – slurp, slurp!”

    Obviously, I have never forgotten it! We particularly enjoyed the way she pronounced “dirty” as “dirdie” in her American accent.
    – Jaz Stutley

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