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Vera Sidhwa


Fried A Bat For Lunch


Today I fried a bat for lunch,
Which I got myself to munch and munch,
His cape shaped wings,
His mousy head.

Then I spat out his little fried head,
For now I thought, I could be dead, dead, dead!
From eating such a concoction indeed,
Of bat wings, bat heads and bat feet.

Why I did this, I do not know,
It was a thrill and taking chances' afterglow.
But eating bats for munch-a-bunch lunch,
Was even for me a too wierd brunch.

Submitted: Friday, September 07, 2012
Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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Vera Sidhwa
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Submitted: Wednesday, September 05,2012

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