The Headless Butcher
The lost life,
of bloody knife,
butchers wife,
sulks in pain,
when the hen he sliced and the onion diced.
SPLATTERED gravy on the floor,
sprinkled spice on the poached boar,
minute by minute the hunger growing more.
the Butcher said" if you don't serve me in next minute i shall slit you for sure".
Hastily Mrs Butcher with tray in her hand said "honey! before you do such a thing, let me remind you tonight's menu is not the chicken nor the boar its the new dish, I tried which is your head floating in gravy for todays dinner for four".
of bloody knife,
butchers wife,
sulks in pain,
when the hen he sliced and the onion diced.
SPLATTERED gravy on the floor,
sprinkled spice on the poached boar,
minute by minute the hunger growing more.
the Butcher said" if you don't serve me in next minute i shall slit you for sure".
Hastily Mrs Butcher with tray in her hand said "honey! before you do such a thing, let me remind you tonight's menu is not the chicken nor the boar its the new dish, I tried which is your head floating in gravy for todays dinner for four".
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