A Crocodile With A Porcupine Comments

At the barbeque for the king Or was it the queen I can't remember it has been So long ago when We were gay and fancy free But the bullock chosen was well fed So that the spring of ribs Encased a humongous gut Once filled with feeds and such And once led to the slaughter Was bled and emptied Prepared for the stuffing But there's more for they were prepared in a line The sheep A pig A goose A hen Small birds freshly shot Then mushrooms And spices all begot Each and ever rubbed and anointed With oils and wines and assorted Preparations of such flavors That tempt those in their endeavors A mix of salts and peppers Finally completed the dusting Then in sequence large to small Each was stuffed into the waiting walls Laced up with a bit of gut Carefully washed to ensure no retention Before being placed Into the awaiting cavern Till with completeness the Bullock freshly skinned and treated Is above the fire suspended Turning on the spit for hours Without end, the sides Anointed again With an oily blend The aroma, smell if you like Raising above the smoke And glowing coals Until the total, a mass of Brown and gold Fit for a king it was and is Here we have the best For those who live in physical again! And the crocodile beacons those near To remove their headdress and appear As they are, wanton and lost amongst The others gathered for the feast. Devouring Feeding on the internet's gore.