Where once there fell
A crusty piece
Of savory flavored
Ripened beast
With all the sides
One does adore
Gaseous swamp
And frost of hoar
Gelatinous moss
From north of tree
Bullfrog throat
With pitch – high C
Once stroked in pot
With hellfire’s heat
Now blades of grass
Thou must eat
Deliciousness
None can compare
Lest ye hath had
Burnt paw of bear
A beautiful post thank you so much
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