What's on the menu?
Which bird cadaver?
Which mammal corpse?
Which fish's rotting remains?
Putrefactive pieces of which murdered pig?
Decaying diseased flesh from which dead duck?
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George Bernard Shaw asked the man next to him at the table
why he had become a vegetarian. Meat inspector, the man replied.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem