A Carnivorous Tale
Jul 17th, 2012 | By Pat | Category: Poetry | 486 viewsThis poem is from Patrick Ian O’Donnell, a new contributor to Troubadour 21.
Peerless Patsy Pettibone was a committed carnivore
Her vegan neighbor, Sally Smith, she truly did abhor.
All the vegans, Patsy felt, were a heartless heathen bunch,
Consuming helpless vegetables for dinner and for lunch.
Patsy penned a long account of what a vegan swallows.
A précis of that disgusting list is what herein next follows.
Vegans dig up carrots from their nurturing good soil,
And eat them raw or maybe worse, bring them to a boil.
Zucchini, peppers, and egg plant never harmed a soul
Yet they end up as ratatouille in a vegan’s dinner bowl
Poor defenseless lettuce taken from peaceful beds,
They carry home from market and bite into their heads.
One Saturday the vegans held a rally on the green,
‘Twas a carnivore’s sworn duty for one to intervene.
Neighbor Sally was in charge of the gathering that day,
For she was the vegan leader much to Patty P’s dismay.
Pat set out in her gray mink coat, in its pocket was a bulge,
Scorn for the vegan’s evil cause she determined to indulge.
While Sally told her followers to stay their path and walk it
The daring Patsy Pettibone pulled a spray can from that pocket
If you’ve paid attention, I’m sure you know the rest,
Patsy quickly sprayed the paint on Sally’s linen vest.
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