Fodder Poem by David Whittingham

Fodder



A diner for the rich,
Eating the worst part,
Of the finest animals,
For the most money,
Their wealth can buy.
That the poor would not touch,
Voluntarily at least,
Unless desperate,
Or staving,

Anyway, the foods all slimy,
And needs expensive spices to make it taste,
After all,
How much can be truly done with,
Liver, offal and potato peelings.

Or
Le foie, les abats et la pomme de terre pèlent.
Or,
Leber, Innereien und Kartoffelnschalen.
Or,
Il fegato, le bucce di frattaglie e patata.
Or.
肝 臓 、 く ず 、 及 び ジ ャ ガ イ モ む い た 皮 .

The case rests.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 23 September 2008

Money & WEALTH does have its benefits to as well as flaws -

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