As a ‘meat lover’
I crave & ache
and left to hover
til teeth in steak
Won’t go without
meat which my sweet treat
Surely bean sprout
not been grown to eat?
What’s a slaughtered calf or cow
must we not all die somehow?
Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
As a ‘meat lover’
I crave & ache
and left to hover
til teeth in steak
Won’t go without
meat which my sweet treat
Surely bean sprout
not been grown to eat?
What’s a slaughtered calf or cow
must we not all die somehow?