Hey, Kinokuniya is having a 20% members sale this weekend so please pick up a copy of me Dad's wildlife photo book Taking Flight if you are there! Thanks!
Oh, and since it's Halloween this weekend, I figured I'll post another short Halloween poem. Wrote this after lunch one lazy afternoon. Too gross? I hope so.
Old Man Fallon
The first bite was the tastiest
Old man Fallon would recall
Only sixteen yet the meatiest
That quivering lad chained to his wall
Old man Fallon would recall
Only sixteen yet the meatiest
That quivering lad chained to his wall
Back in ’81 when Fallon first savoured a taste
The flesh of one so young and tender
Not an ounce did he waste
As he threw it all in the blender
The flesh of one so young and tender
Not an ounce did he waste
As he threw it all in the blender
An annual treat so yummy and delicious
Pick a fella then flick a hammer
One must deal a blow most vicious
Then drag him down the cold dark slammer
Pick a fella then flick a hammer
One must deal a blow most vicious
Then drag him down the cold dark slammer
Grilled, roasted or boiled in a pot
First cut him into little parts
Serve him cold or hot
It’s always a meal that’s a work of art
First cut him into little parts
Serve him cold or hot
It’s always a meal that’s a work of art
Old man Fallon, today eighty-eight of age
A toothless grin he’ll proudly flash
Now he’ll just stick to hot potage
Oh, how he misses his ghoulish goulash
A toothless grin he’ll proudly flash
Now he’ll just stick to hot potage
Oh, how he misses his ghoulish goulash
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