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.
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
Lol!
Haha very good
Fabulous! Thanks for dishing up this hearty menu of terrifying meals 🙂