Flesh, all december's faire
Feast as a tern in air,
gobbling the herrings there
slobbering an hour, while
cholic wards wondered;
plunged in the hickory smoke
give us some fish they choke
closest to mushroom
cooked in egg without the yolk.
sandwiched or fingered,
. then they wrote back.
but not the sick hungered
salmon to the right of them
salmon to the left of them
salmon BEHIND of them
followed and lumbered
shown lots of icy swells
while one cant really tell
if horseradish goes so well
that day it made them ill
camels through jaws of heft
black in the fire of hell
all that was left of them
left of sick hunger
when can allegory save?
of the white chard they made!
all the worms hungered
honest the meal they made!
, somber the lemonade.
no more sick hunger
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