Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Terror Tuesday: A Culinary Catastrophe

They'd been a dime a dozen at the store,
To introduce them to the market. New
Foodstuffs are hard to launch, indeed. What's more:
The things were an unwholesome shade of blue,
And just a little, tiny bit too big
To fit in standard cartons. "But they cook,
They scramble, boil or fry like chicken egg,
And have a lovely texture and, here look:
It's right here on the package: with a taste
More suited to the modern palate." She
Had shopped last night in unbecoming haste.
Her hungry fam'ly only could agree
To try them. Six weeks later, all were dead,
A Saukha chick emerging from each head.

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