Post by Radrook Admin on Sept 17, 2019 17:04:24 GMT -5
Fun's in the Lard by Radrook
Meat isn't meat if it's lean.
Like a saint's not a saint if he's mean.
Like a sun lacking fire,
Like a bog without mire,
Like a factory lacking machines.
Like a storm lacking thunder that roars.
Or a falcon unable to soar,
Or a boar without sow....
Or a bull without cow....
Don't remove all the fat! I implore!
Please don't silence the bubbling gristle,
The symphony when the fat sizzles.
It dazzles the senses!
Away with pretenses!
When it's ready, just holler or whistle!
Meat isn't meat if it's lean.
Like a saint's not a saint if he's mean.
Like a sun lacking fire,
Like a bog without mire,
Like a factory lacking machines.
Like a storm lacking thunder that roars.
Or a falcon unable to soar,
Or a boar without sow....
Or a bull without cow....
Don't remove all the fat! I implore!
Please don't silence the bubbling gristle,
The symphony when the fat sizzles.
It dazzles the senses!
Away with pretenses!
When it's ready, just holler or whistle!