Yummy
What lengths we go to,
To achieve a fine blend,
Refining through breeding,
Domesticating wild ones,
Mixing and matching,
Purebreds and hybrids,
Pruning – weeding – feeding,
Subtle sampling,
Bitter disappointment of spoilt batch,
Choosing an age at which to pluck.
To achieve a fine blend,
Refining through breeding,
Domesticating wild ones,
Mixing and matching,
Purebreds and hybrids,
Pruning – weeding – feeding,
Subtle sampling,
Bitter disappointment of spoilt batch,
Choosing an age at which to pluck.
You humans, so hard to manipulate,
But so tasty, oh so tasty,
When harvested right.
11 comments:
LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE IT......
When you bite the flesh do you feel the pain, to you hear the screams?
No my dear, I marvel in pleasure.....:)
Hahaha, I love the ending! I think babies are yummy, but not in that way.. :)
Wow, nice. I've never thought of humans as yummy - well, okay, a few of us...
I wasn't ready for that ending! Very clever. :-)
Yummy, yummy, yummy!
Do chk mine at:
Yummy!!
Like WC Fields....who liked children only if they were prepared properly.
:-)
This is another twist-at-the-end poem. Love it!
So is this the signature poem of human-eating aliens?
Interesting take on the prompt - and quite a twist at the end!
fabulous with an extra touch of creepy. loved it.
have you read 'under the skin' by michael faber??
Thank you all for your kinda comments.
Sorry I haven't been round all your blogs to repay the kindness, it's been a busy time at work.
Should be back to normal after wednesday night...
I was hoping to imply vampires in this piece, but aliens will do just as well, after all everything is subjective.
And Pod - no, I haven't read that one, shall have to keep an eye out for it :)
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