Civilisation Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

I shall dine on thee tonight
first your liver then your spine maybe with a little wine
for you are all mine all mine
some tasty morsels are your eyes I shall put it in pastry pie
your feet is some tasty meat gas mark ten on high heat
your kidneys with some chilly and rice I think that will suffice
Your heart I'll eat till last and if it still beats I'll swallow it whole with cheese
pleased to meet your acquaintance
Thank you for being so polite for on thee I shall dine tonight